Chapter 157 Setting Traps
As Monday dawned, Maggie roused from her slumber, wearied from the previous night's activities with Fiorello. The clock had already struck past eight, and a sense of panic washed over her as she realized she was running late for work. In a flurry of haste, she readied herself for the day, her frustration directed at Fiorello. "Why did you keep me up so late?" she complained. "Now I'm late, and you even turned off my alarm clock."Fiorello, in his usual calm demeanor, handed her a cup of steaming milk. "I noticed you were exhausted, so I let you sleep in," he explained. "You'll have to drive yourself to the office today. I have a party tonight and won't be able to pick you up."Gratefully, Maggie accepted the milk, gulping it down quickly. "It's actually more convenient for me to drive myself," she admitted. "Every time you pick me up, my colleagues tease me." She had grown weary of waiting for Fiorello to finish work to collect her, especially when they had a car sitting idle at home. Just as she was about to step out, shoes on her feet, Fiorello reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her close. A smile played on Maggie's lips as she leaned in to peck his cheek. "I need to get to work, or I'll be late.""Not enough," Fiorello murmured, pulling her closer into his embrace. Their lips met in a long, passionate French kiss, leaving Maggie breathless. Only after a while did he release her, handing her the handbag. "You can go to work now."With a glare of annoyance and a blush of embarrassment, Maggie rushed out of their apartment. She descended to the underground parking lot, slid into her car, and drove out of the community.As she exited the community, she happened upon Susan, who was impatiently urging Adalia along. The young girl was struggling with two large bags of vegetables, and the sight tugged at Maggie's heartstrings. Before she could call out to Adalia, Susan spotted her. She quickly pulled Adalia along, speaking loudly, "I'm making steak for you today. Don't wander around in the future. Most people are bad, some may disguise themselves just to deceive kids like you..." Maggie was left speechless, recognizing the veiled warning in Susan's words. A car honked impatiently behind her, forcing Maggie to press the accelerator and move forward. As she drove away from the community, a Rolls-Royce with a distinctive license plate caught her eye. "So wealthy," she mused, remembering seeing the same car at the entrance of the Sercial Guild Hall. The rarity of Rolls-Royces and the unique license plate had left an impression. "Could there be some mysterious tycoon living in our community?" she wondered, driving past the luxury car on her way to the office.Inside the Rolls-Royce, William watched Maggie's car pass by, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. He felt like a thief caught in the act and instinctively ducked his head. "She's the wife of our Visionary Futures Group's CEO. I hope she didn't notice me?" he thought. By the time he dared to look up again, Maggie's car had disappeared among the throng of vehicles.*****Maggie arrived at work late, forfeiting her bonus for the month. No sooner had she settled into her seat than Emily, the office's Gossip Queen, wheeled her chair over. "Maggie, Selena is in a really bad mood today," she warned. "She promised to design jewelry for Mrs. Mitchell's daughter, but it's been a week and she still hasn't come up with a design that satisfies Mrs. Mitchell. Mrs. Mitchell called this morning to rush her, I overheard it at the office door."Maggie took the news in stride, having anticipated such a situation. "Our chief designer is talented, she will definitely handle this trivial matter well," she assured Emily. Before she could finish, Selena emerged from her office, summoning all the design department staff, except for Maggie. Emily, always curious, asked, "Maggie, why did Selena call everyone in?"Maggie smiled knowingly. "Of course, she's gathering everyone's ideas."Emily snapped her fingers in realization. "You have high emotional intelligence," she praised. To those with high emotional intelligence, Selena's actions were seen as idea collection, while those with low emotional intelligence would label it as plagiarism.Emily, who also harbored a dislike for Selena, remarked, "If she's not capable, she shouldn't take on this task."Maggie, ever the diplomat, replied, "In fact, I've drawn several design sketches according to Mrs. Mitchell's requirements for the jewelry she wants."
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