Chapter 115 Who Will You Torment Next?
Margaret gripped the pen holder like her life depended on it.
"Put it down!" Raymond barked.
She didn't budge.
"I'll count to three, Margaret. If you don't get to work by then, you'll regret it." He was already at two.
With a huff, she slammed the pen holder back on the desk.
Tears streaming down her face, she bolted out of the office.
Margaret sat on the steps, crying for a bit. Then she changed into a grimy janitor's uniform, grabbed her cleaning tools, and got to work.
'Stupid Raymond,' she thought, 'all you do is bully me, the one who loves you the most. If I die from all this, what'll you do?' But Raymond hated her so much that if she died, he'd probably throw a party.
Why would he be sad?
He might not even show up at her funeral. He already had her urn ready, just waiting for her to kick the bucket.
He tortured her like this because he thought she was taking too long to die.
Every department of the Hughes Group was running smoothly.
Alvin told Raymond that the president of the Taylor Group would be coming over soon to discuss the latest quarterly cooperation plan.
The new president of the Taylor Group was a mystery; no one knew who it was.
Raymond took this seriously because the Taylor Group was a big deal in jewelry. The Hughes Group was just getting into the game, and partnering with a company like them was a big win.
The execs in the conference room were ready, waiting for the partner to show up.
But they were twenty minutes late.
Raymond was getting antsy. He glanced at his watch; no one had ever kept him waiting before—it was always the other way around.
"Follow up," Raymond said.
Alvin pursed his lips. "Sir, I already did. They said their president has arrived and should be here any moment."
Just as he finished speaking, the conference room door swung open.
A laid-back voice filled the room. "Sorry, traffic was a nightmare. Thanks for waiting."
Alvin was the first to look over. "Why is it you?"
Raymond adjusted his metal glasses and looked over.
Daniel, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in with a secretary and an assistant, making quite the entrance.
Daniel walked up to Raymond and gave a slight smile. "Mr. Howard, We meet again."
"Daniel, long time no see. You've changed a lot." Raymond shook his hand.
He let go after just a moment.
"Let's start the meeting," Raymond said, his face blank.
He had thought Daniel didn't know squat about business, but Daniel's presentation blew everyone away.
They all thought that such a talented young guy like Daniel was wasted as a cop.
They signed the framework for the cooperation agreement.
After the meeting, Raymond half-heartedly invited Daniel to stay for a meal. Daniel, while buttoning his shirt, politely declined. "Thanks for the offer. But I just took over the company and have a ton of stuff to handle. I gotta go."
"It seems like the Taylor Family didn't have someone like you before. How did you suddenly become the president of the Taylor Group?" Raymond scrutinized Daniel's back.
He was tall and lean, looking way more put-together in a suit compared to his police uniform.
His skin was fair, and his features were flawless. This kind of fresh-faced look was pretty popular.
Daniel caught the provocation and turned back with a smirk. "Whether the Taylor Family had someone like me or not, I'm the president now."
With that, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Raymond squinted and told Alvin, "Look into him."
Alvin nodded. "Yes, sir."
"What time is it?" Raymond asked.
"One in the afternoon."
"Has she eaten?"
"No, she's still mopping the floor on the first floor."
"Go to the cafeteria and pack a meal."
Alvin knew this was Raymond's way of showing concern for Margaret, wanting to bring her food.
He quickly packed a meal and handed it to Raymond.
Raymond took the meal box and headed to the first floor.
He remembered that Margaret had severe hypoglycemia. If she didn't eat on time, she could faint.
On the first floor, Margaret was alone, sweeping the floor.
She chose this time because it was lunchtime, and all the employees were gone.
It was the perfect time for her to finish cleaning.
Suddenly, everything went black, and she couldn't see anything.
Her mouth was dry.
Margaret was a bit scared. She squatted down and felt her bag—it was empty.
She didn't have any candy. She was too hungry, and her hypoglycemia had kicked in again.
She just hoped her vision would return quickly so she could go to the supply room and get some candy from her handbag.
She had eaten a lot for breakfast, worried about getting hungry too quickly, but her hypoglycemia still acted up.
Just then, a male voice came through, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Suddenly, a pair of large hands helped her up.
The voice was so familiar, but it wasn't Raymond's!
"Do you have any candy? My hypoglycemia is acting up," Margaret said nervously, biting her lip.
Her vision was like a gray net with countless small particles jumping around.
Something square and solid appeared in her palm.
A familiar and warm voice reached her ears, making her feel particularly secure and at ease.
"This is chocolate. I've unwrapped it for you. Take it."
She brought the chocolate to her mouth and took a bite.
It was bitter.
Within seconds, she could see her surroundings again.
And she saw Daniel standing in front of her.
But he was dressed very formally, in a suit, black trousers, and shiny leather shoes.
A secretary and an assistant accompanied him.
Margaret bit her lip. "Daniel, are you here for work?"
"He's the new president of the Taylor Group, here for a meeting with Mr. Howard," the secretary explained, seeing that Daniel was misunderstood.
Margaret remembered last night when he told her he was going home to help with the family business. She thought it was a small business, but it turned out he was the newly appointed president of the famous Taylor Group!
He was part of the Taylor Family!
"Why are you working as a janitor?" Daniel asked.
Daniel frowned, looking her over. She was dressed in a large, rough, dirty janitor's uniform, wearing big leather gloves, with cleaning tools beside her.
In his memory, she was always a well-dressed, glamorous lady.
Margaret thought for a moment. "It's a long story."
Just then, Raymond walked into the lobby with the meal box and saw them together.
Especially Margaret, who was looking pitifully at Daniel.
Daniel suddenly said, "Cleaning tools don't suit you. If you want to work, you can come to the Taylor Group. I happen to need a secretary. What do you think?"
Raymond's face changed dramatically, and he almost crushed the meal box in his hand!
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