Chapter 336 Conversation in the Coffee Shop
Before Quentin signed the employment contract, Noah decided to show some mercy and let him work at a coffee shop in the western part of the city.
The shop was under the group's subsidiary, and the workload there was quite chill.
The day after signing the employment contract, he headed over to the coffee shop. As soon as Quentin stepped in, he noticed the owner and all the employees standing at attention, like they were waiting for him.
When they saw him, they quickly bowed and greeted him, "Mr. Robinson."
Quentin frowned and said, "I'm not the president of the group anymore. You guys should know that by now. Is the HR department always this slow at getting things done?"
The manager stepped up and explained, "It's not like that. We all know what happened. We can't accept Noah as our president. He took the position in such a shady way. To us, you're still the president of Robinson Conglomerate. Without you, the company wouldn't be where it is today."
One of the employees chimed in, "We believe you'll definitely take back the company, Mr. Robinson."
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
"Alright," Quentin said, clearly not wanting to drag out the conversation. He raised his hand to signal them to quiet down. "Get back to work!"
Even though Quentin's tone was firm, they were all secretly happy. It showed that Quentin hadn't given up on the company, so they had no reason to slack off.
Everyone went back to their posts and started their busy day.
Quentin was pretty good at making coffee, especially coffee art. He could whip up all sorts of intricate designs with ease.
After making a round at the bar, Quentin sat down at the computer desk to review the store's past income and expenses.
The revenue was decent, but the daily customer flow was a bit low. They needed to step up their promotion game.
Maybe they could run some events during holidays to attract couples or students. That would definitely boost the coffee shop's reputation.
Quentin looked around the coffee shop; the decor was elegant, the lighting was perfect, and the music was soothing, but something was missing.
It hit him—it was fresh flowers.
No wonder the place felt a bit lifeless. Maybe adding a few cute cats would be a good idea too.
Quentin thought it was a great idea and called the store manager over.
"Mr. Robinson, what do you need?" the store manager asked.
"The shop feels a bit lifeless. Go to the market now and get a few cats and some flowers. Take a couple of people with you," Quentin instructed.
"Okay," the store manager said, feeling even more hopeful that Quentin would reclaim the group. He called two employees and headed out.
There was a wind chime hanging at the coffee shop's entrance, making a crisp sound whenever someone walked in.
Quentin was deep into analyzing data reports and didn't notice the customer until she was standing right in front of him. He spoke up, a bit impatiently, "We're not open today."
When he didn't get a response, Quentin got a bit annoyed.
He didn't like repeating himself, so he looked up, frowning, and said, "Didn't you hear me?"
"Sophia?" Seeing Sophia, Quentin was a bit surprised.
Well, considering Noah liked her, it wasn't shocking that Sophia got the news quickly.
"Why are you here?" Quentin asked, then sat back down and continued working on the computer.
Sophia didn't answer, and Quentin didn't bother looking up again, focusing on his work.
The chair was a bit uncomfortable, making Quentin shift around.
He glanced at Sophia, then got up and made two cups of coffee.
Whether she wanted it or not, Quentin placed the cup in front of Sophia and took his coffee and laptop to a nearby sofa.
He mainly made the coffee for himself, but since Sophia was there, he had to make a cup for her.
Seeing Quentin's nonchalant attitude, Sophia got a bit angry.
She walked over and sat on the sofa opposite Quentin, asking, "Noah treated you like this, and you're just going to do nothing?"
Quentin glanced at her and took a sip of his coffee. "Coffee's best enjoyed hot."
Sophia thought Quentin was ready to give up on the group and everything that once belonged to him.
If that was the case, she felt she didn't need to be so nice to him.
Sophia leaned back slightly, resting on the sofa, crossing her legs, and slowly savoring the coffee Quentin had made.
In her elegant posture, there was a hint of disdain and arrogance.
"The taste is indeed good," Sophia chuckled. "So, are you planning to work in this shop for the rest of your life?"
Quentin didn't respond, staying focused on his work.
"Are you still the Quentin I used to know?" Sophia closed Quentin's laptop and suppressed the urge to spill the coffee on him.
"The Quentin you're talking about, is it the wealthy me from before, or the poor me who has nothing now?" Quentin asked.
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