Chapter 183 The Illegitimate Child
Hearing that familiar voice, Abigail's head snapped up.
The man was, tall and straight, with those deep, chiseled features. His eyes had this soft, warm look that made you feel all cozy inside.
'Tom? No way,' Abigail thought.
Tom's smile grew wider as he noticed her silence. "What? Don't recognize me?"
Everyone in the conference room was exchanging curious glances, trying to figure out the connection between Abigail and this handsome guy.
Abigail finally shook off her daze and frowned a bit. "Mr. White, I thought you studied medicine. Why are you applying for a designer job?"
Tom's face stayed calm, and he tapped his resume with those long fingers. "Ms. Martin, I double-majored in college—medicine and fashion design. Check out my resume."
Abigail felt a bit awkward. She'd only gotten the resume that morning and hadn't had a chance to look at it. She cleared her throat and skimmed through it quickly.
Sure enough, Tom had double-majored and even got into a top design school, winning several awards.
His credentials were seriously impressive.
Abigail didn't expect Tom to be so accomplished. Tricia sure knew how to pick a man. But she still couldn't figure out why Tom was here.
"Mr. White, with your background, you could easily join a bigger company. DM can't really offer high salaries," Abigail said, half-joking, half-serious.
DM wasn't what it used to be. Attracting top talent was tough when you couldn't pay top dollar.
Tom sat back, crossing his legs casually. "Honestly, your company's salary isn't enough for me, but my girlfriend's always worried about her good friend."
Abigail was taken aback. She didn't expect Tricia to be involved.
She felt a bit envious. Having a friend like Tricia was a real blessing.
Tom smiled and asked, "So, Ms. Martin, are you willing to hire me as a designer for DM?"
Abigail glanced at the head of the design department, who was practically begging her with his eyes, "Say yes! Just say yes!"
Such talent was rare and not to be missed.
Abigail sighed but didn't give a definite answer. "We've got a good understanding of your situation. We'll let you know the final decision, Mr. White."
Tom wasn't surprised. He nodded, stood up slowly, and smiled. "I look forward to your reply and some good news."
After Tom left, the head of the design department jumped up excitedly. "Is DM finally going to rise? We can't miss out on such a great designer. Ms. Martin, you have no idea, winning those awards is no small feat. He's a genius!"
Abigail's sleeve was being tugged, and she was swayed back and forth.
She was both amused and helpless, pulling her sleeve free. "I know Tom's a rare talent, but we need to think this through. Who gives an immediate answer in an interview?"
Misunderstandings wouldn't be good!
Caspian scratched his head and laughed. "You're right. We need to be mature and steady, not too eager."
Abigail and the head of HR exchanged a knowing smile.
With a good start, the afternoon interviews went off without a hitch.
A few of Abigail's old classmates showed up, along with some fresh college grads who had already racked up a bunch of awards.
By the time the last interview wrapped up, it was already dark outside.
Abigail rubbed her sore neck and checked her phone, only to see several missed calls—all from Gregory.
She could already imagine how anxious Gregory must've been.
Feeling a bit guilty, she quickly called him back.
He picked up almost immediately, his deep, hoarse voice coming through, "Abigail?"
No complaints, no anger. Just calm and gentle as always.
Hearing his voice made her feel even worse. She replied softly, "Yes, Mr. White. I'm sorry, I've been busy all day, and my phone was on silent."
Gregory said, "It's okay. Are you done? I'm at the entrance of your company."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed her things and rushed out. "Mr. White, wait for me. I'll be right out."
Gregory's voice was unhurried, even comforting. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Abigail hopped into the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor, her eyes glued to the changing numbers. "Mr. White, have you been waiting long?"
She felt a pang of guilt. Gregory was usually so busy, yet he came to pick her up. And she had made him wait.
Gregory sat in the passenger seat, his fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel. "Not too long. I just got here."
In reality, he'd been there for over an hour. But he didn't want to disturb her, so he stayed put.
Hearing her voice made it all worth it.
Soon, Abigail came out in her high heels, walking toward him.
Gregory quickly got out of the car, walked over, and naturally took her bag, opening the car door for her.
"Working so late, you must be exhausted," Gregory said.
"A bit tired, but manageable." Abigail got into the car, fastening her seatbelt while filling Gregory in on her day.
At the end, she teased, "Guess who I met during the interview today?"
Gregory looked puzzled. "Who?"
Abigail glanced at him and remembered the awkward atmosphere from the other night, hesitating. "Forget it. You probably wouldn't be interested."
Gregory smiled helplessly. "Abigail, don't leave me hanging."
She had no choice but to tell him about meeting Tom, watching his reaction closely.
Apart from a slight frown when he heard Tom's name, Gregory didn't show much emotion.
But Abigail felt like he was hiding something.
Seeing her stare, Gregory sighed. "You want to know what my relationship with Tom is, right?"
Abigail nodded. "Actually, even if you don't say it, I can guess a bit. You both have the same last name and look somewhat alike."
Tom and Gregory were about the same age. Although they were different types, their features sported a slight resemblance.
She remembered Gregory mentioning before that George was quite the charmer in his younger days and had several illegitimate children.
Gregory looked ahead, driving as he spoke. "Yeah, it's just as you think, but we haven't seen each other in years."
This involved a past story. Tom's mother was George's favorite among all his lovers.
At one point, he almost divorced Grace for her.
If Tom was George's favorite son, then Gregory was undoubtedly the one he disliked the most.
Because his existence constantly reminded George that Grace no longer loved him.
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