Chapter123 Charles Enters Jesse's Blacklist
"What about it?" Daphne replied casually.
"You've been away from work for two years, keeping me on vacation just because you married him?" Jesse pieced together the puzzle from the phone call and recent events.
Daphne didn't bother to conceal it. "Yes."
Jesse asked one final question, "Is his name Charles?"
Daphne's eyebrows rose slightly, surprised that her assistant knew so much, "Yes."
At that moment, Daphne was unaware that her assistant had just blacklisted Charles.
Jesse vividly remembered Mark complaining endlessly about how difficult his Boss was in all sorts of ways. Such a troublesome boss would undoubtedly make a problematic husband.
No wonder she divorced Charles.
Good riddance, he thought.
"What are you thinking about so intently?" Daphne knew her assistant quite well.
"Boss, you really should just focus on running the company," Jesse said with earnest formality, no trace of jest in his tone, "Forget about getting married."
"I got it," Daphne replied with a light smile, responding calmly to the extreme.
While driving, Daphne sat in the car with her eyes closed, conserving her energy while Jesse pondered the day's work agenda.
Half an hour later.
Murphy & Sis International Group.
The company, named after her mother and sister, was founded four years ago but grew quickly.
"Holy crap, Boss?"
"Jesse?"
"Am I seeing things, or has the Boss actually shown up?"
"God bless! The Boss has returned."
As soon as they entered the company, they were met with exclamations of surprise.
Daphne and Jesse stepped into the CEO's private elevator. Reflecting on the scene they had just left, she glanced sideways at Jesse: "What have you been up to these past two years? The way they're talking, I feel like I'm the one who abandoned you."
"They just missed you too much," Jesse said with deadpan sincerity.
Daphne shot him a dubious look.
Really?
She found it hard to believe.
Exiting the elevator, Jesse accompanied her to the CEO's office. When Daphne saw the immaculately clean and unchanged space, identical to how it was two years before, she hesitated for a moment.
This guy...
He had taken care to ensure everything was welcoming.
"Here are the documents that need your signature. I've reviewed them; there are no issues," Jesse said, handing her a stack of papers from the desk. "You sign these, and I'll put the aromatherapy diffuser in the lounge."
"No need," Daphne stopped him.
Jesse paused.
Daphne explained, "I haven't been doing much these past two years, and my sleep has improved. I don't need aromatherapy anymore."
Hearing this, Jesse felt slightly relieved.
After fetching her a cup of coffee, he suggested she sign the papers and rest in the lounge while he handled the rest.
But Daphne didn't get the chance to rest.
Just as she finished signing, she received a call from her estranged father.
As usual, her tone was indifferent, with little interest in continuing the conversation: "What is it?"
"I heard from Evan Winston you're back in Gedser," Mr. Murphy spoke gently, careful not to say anything that might further strain their father-daughter relationship. "If you're available today, stop by the company, will you? You mentioned wanting a position as an investment advisor, right?"
Daphne instinctively looked at Jesse, and after a moment's consideration, she agreed: "Alright."
Sooner or later, she'd have to go. Might as well get it over with early.
At her affirmative, Mr. Murphy's mood brightened considerably, and he sighed in relief: "Then I'll wait for you at the office. Just let me know when you've arrived."
Daphne: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, she let Jesse know about the situation.
Jesse distributed the documents that had just been signed and then drove her over.
By the time they arrived, it was already half past ten.
Upon hearing of Daphne's arrival, Mr. Murphy immediately greeted her and brought her to his office.
Unfortunately, Daphne had no intentions of sticking around. After obtaining the title of investment consultant and signing the contract, she was ready to return.
"Daphy!" Mr. Murphy called out to her.
Daphne paused mid-step.
"One more thing," Mr. Murphy said, extracting an invitation from his office drawer and approaching her, "Grandpa's turning eighty and sent us an invite. You think we should go?"
From a business standpoint, they ought to attend. Not going could raise suspicions and wasn't worth the hassle.
But Daffy's relationship with the Lancelot family was... complicated.
If she didn't want to go, he wouldn't push it.
"Let's go," Daphne said succinctly.
"Really?" Mr. Murphy was a bit worried for her, his question laced with concern, "Aren't you and Charles divorced? What if he makes things difficult for you?"
"I'm attending as a representative of the Murphy Group, not in a personal capacity," Daphne clarified, "Besides, he can't do anything to me."
"Alright then," Mr. Murphy said, feeling reassured, "I'll be there with you."
Daphne pursed her lips, ultimately saying nothing more.
Mr. Murphy wanted her to stay for lunch, but Daphne declined.
Taking the contract with her, she left the CEO's office, mulling over an upcoming project to discuss with the Lancelot Group. She decided to find the CEO of the Murphy Group downstairs—her cousin.
Passing by the planning department, she noticed a commotion.
"A simple plan dragged out for a week without results—if you can't handle it, then leave!"
"How can you expect this of me? I have yet to learn this stuff. How would I even know where to start?"
"Why didn't you ask if you didn't know?"
"I just can't do it. If you're so pressed, get someone else to do it."
"Believe me, I can fire you right here, right now."
"Fire me?" The girl laughed mockingly, her eyes scornfully amused, "Do you even have the authority to do that? Do you know who's behind me?"
Daphne had no intention of intervening.
But hearing someone so brazenly exploiting connections within the company, she couldn't ignore it. The Murphy Group was not just her father's but also her mother's legacy.
Having seen it, she was not about to let such a parasite linger in the company.
"I'm actually curious to know who's behind you," she said, still holding the contract, dressed in her business attire, standing at 5'7", which, with the addition of her high heels, added an air of command.
The moment she entered, the entire planning department paused, instinctively mistaking her for a new executive or perhaps a firm partner.
"Who is she? She's stunning!"
"Such a queen. I really want to be her friend!"
"What to do? I suddenly feel like our CEO has been overshadowed. This lady's charm and looks are top-notch."
"Who are you?" The bold girl asked, scrutinizing her with furrowed brows, "What does our department's business have to do with you?"
She would have liked to continue her audacious streak, but her mother had reminded her that in the company, one mustn't be too flamboyant; it wouldn't do to leave a bad impression on Mr. Murphy.
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