Chapter 53 I Call the Shots
Margaret didn't even get a word in before William hung up. She shook her head, wondering what the heck he wanted now. Lately, he seemed totally nuts, always bugging her for no reason.
She took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor and made a beeline for William's office.
The door was slightly open, so she knocked.
"Come in," William's clear voice called out.
Margaret pushed the door open and saw William chilling in his chair.
His suit jacket was tossed on the sofa next to him. He was rocking a simple white shirt with a couple of buttons undone, showing off his firm chest muscles and adding to his good looks.
Right then, William's eyes were glued to the computer screen as he typed away with one hand.
Margaret was momentarily stunned. People said William was a workaholic, and it sure looked like it.
Even with an injured right hand, he still showed up to work. Dude really needed to chill.
"Enjoying the view?" William's lips curved slightly as he noticed Margaret staring at him, his voice cool.
Margaret snapped out of it, realizing she had been staring at him, feeling a bit embarrassed. She cleared her throat. "What do you need from me?"
"Did you have a meeting with the people from Fleurancia this afternoon?" William stopped typing, leaned back a bit, and crossed his legs casually. Even a simple move like that screamed elegance and nobility.
"Yeah." Margaret nodded, though she was puzzled by William's sudden interest in this project.
Was he planning to throw more money into jewelry and expand the market?
"I want specific progress." William narrowed his eyes.
Margaret patiently explained, "Today's meeting was about the next steps. I'm organizing the minutes now. Once I'm done, I'll report back. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to it."
Seeing Margaret eager to leave, William's face turned cold. "Hold up."
"What now?"
William raised his right hand. "Did you forget? The doc said to change the dressing twice a day."
Margaret was puzzled. "Then do it."
William said expressionlessly, "I don't know how."
Margaret was speechless. What was wrong with him? He didn't even know how to change a dressing?
Just as she was about to retort, "Then learn," William pursed his thin lips and said unhappily, "Is this how you treat your lifesaver?"
"Fine, I'll help you change it, okay?" Seeing William bring up the lifesaver argument again, Margaret glared at him. "Where's the ointment?"
William pointed to the drawer. "Get it yourself."
Margaret opened the drawer, took out the ointment, alcohol, and gauze, and squatted down to apply the ointment for William.
She opened the cap, scooped some ointment with her finger, and gently applied it to the back of William's hand.
Her slender fingers lightly massaged the back of William's hand, and the coolness of the ointment made William feel surprisingly comfortable.
"Did you study medicine before?" William couldn't help but ask.
Margaret was taken aback.
"You're pretty good at this," William said in a deep voice, looking down at her with a more intense gaze.
Margaret smiled. "Just a bit of practice."
She kept squatting there, obediently applying the ointment, and William felt an odd sense of contentment.
"Margaret," William suddenly spoke in a low, husky voice.
"What is it?" Margaret looked up, catching a flicker of heat in his deep eyes.
"You really..."
William was about to say, "You really don't like me?" when Margaret's phone rang, cutting him off.
"Sorry, gotta take this," Margaret said, pulling her phone out and seeing Samuel's name flash on the screen.
Seeing "Samuel" on the screen, William's face turned serious again.
Did Margaret really have something going on with Samuel?
Margaret's hands were still covered in ointment, so she put the phone on speaker.
"Busy?" Samuel's voice came through.
Margaret smiled. "Nah, what's up?"
Samuel exaggeratedly asked, "Do I need a reason to call you?"
"Of course not. You're always welcome," Margaret said with a smile while still applying the ointment to William.
Samuel chuckled. "So, free tonight?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Last time on my birthday, you bailed early 'cause you weren't feeling well. We didn't get to party. Got some free time tonight. How about dinner on me?" Samuel invited enthusiastically.
"Sure, sounds good."
Margaret agreed without hesitation, not noticing the increasingly serious look on William's face.
William's face was tense, his sexy, thin lips pressed into a tight line, showing his displeasure.
Margaret was openly flirting with another guy right in front of him?
She didn't like him because of Samuel?
She was always reluctant with him but all smiles with Samuel?
Was Samuel her type?
"Then it's settled. You're the best. I'll pick you up at seven," Samuel said cheerfully before hanging up.
Margaret stood up to put her phone away, but her legs were numb from squatting too long, and she accidentally fell onto William.
By coincidence, her hand landed right on William's wound.
William winced in pain, letting out a soft groan.
"Sorry. You okay?" Margaret was flustered and quickly stood up.
"Do you like Samuel?" William didn't respond to her question but with another question, his face dark.
Margaret was stunned for a moment.
She only saw Samuel as a younger brother. Was William misunderstanding their relationship again?
Let him misunderstand, she was too lazy to explain.
"He's okay," Margaret answered nonchalantly.
Okay?
So she did like him?
William's face turned completely serious, cold as ice. "Did you forget it's crunch time for the 'Fire and Ice' project? Work overtime tonight and perfect the proposal."
"But I have plans tonight." Margaret frowned. "Besides, I think the proposal is already perfect. Bruce fully approves."
William suddenly stood up, looking down at Margaret, exuding a cold aura. "I'm your boss, and I call the shots!"
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