Chapter 90 The President's Private Intentions
Lauren's eyes brimmed with tears as she marveled at how swiftly time had flown by. Unbeknownst to her, everything she once knew had slipped away. Time had changed, and people had changed. How much joy and sorrow had she experienced here? She still remembered making her first friend here, facing her first difficulty, and enduring her first betrayal.
Thinking of this, Lauren smiled with relief. What she once cared about now seemed trivial in retrospect.
"Francis, thank you for taking such good care of me back then," Lauren said sincerely, recalling how Francis had unconditionally believed and supported her when Linda had falsely accused her.
Seeing Lauren's genuine expression, Francis felt a bit embarrassed. "Amelia, or should I call you Mrs. Robinson now? What I did back then was what I should have done. You don't need to thank me. I believed in you because I got to know what kind of person you are, so there's no need for thanks," Francis said.
"Francis, I will always be your subordinate, Amelia, in the sales department. I hope you won't treat me as an outsider, okay?" Lauren felt uncomfortable with the title 'Mrs. Robinson' and wanted to chat with everyone without any barriers.
Francis nodded. He was not the type to curry favor, so he had never thought of ingratiating himself with anyone.
At this moment, Quentin approached with his usual icy demeanor. Seeing Lauren and Francis chatting happily from a distance, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Quentin found it strange that Lauren seemed so relaxed and happy with others yet so reserved with him.
"Enough chatting. Time for the marketing department meeting," Quentin's cold words floated over Lauren's head as he passed by.
Lauren shivered from the chill, nodded to Francis, and quickly followed Quentin to the marketing department.
Noah was already waiting in the conference room. Seeing Quentin's stern face, he swallowed the words he was about to say. "Lauren, what's wrong with Quentin again?" Noah called out to Lauren as she approached.
Lauren shook her head, unable to fathom Quentin's inner thoughts. She had been careful enough, so why was Quentin angry again? She was puzzled.
Noah sighed deeply. Whenever Quentin was in a bad mood, his working style would change in ways that ordinary people couldn't understand.
Lauren was a bit worried. She had impulsively agreed to be the product spokesperson, but upon reflection, she regretted it. She needed to gain experience in this area. If she messed up, it would harm everyone, including Quentin.
"Mr. Martin, what should I say in the meeting? Can you tell me now? I'm afraid I'll be too nervous and won't perform well," Lauren spoke nervously. She had initially wanted to ask Quentin, but his demeanor was different today, and she didn't dare approach him. So, she turned to Noah for help.
Seeing Lauren's anxious expression, like a student waiting for the teacher to check her homework, Noah couldn't help but laugh. "Lauren, you don't need to worry so much. Remember, you are the mistress of this entire company. You don't need to be afraid of anyone. If there's something you don't understand, say it. You have the right to ask others to explain it to you."
Lauren still felt uneasy. She didn't want to wield her identity as Mrs. Robinson to get her way. She just wanted to fulfill her promises properly.
Seeing Lauren's conflicted expression, Noah decided not to tease her further, "Don't worry, Quentin and I will help you. This meeting isn't anything to be afraid of. It's just the marketing department sharing their plans for everyone to discuss. It's very casual."
Hearing Noah's reassurance, Lauren felt a bit more at ease. She decided to face whatever came her way head-on, as she wasn't one to shy away from challenges.
Lauren followed Noah into the conference room, where Quentin was already seated at the head of the table. As they entered, everyone stood up.
"Good morning, Mr. Martin. Good morning, Mrs. Robinson," the others in the office said in unison.
Lauren smiled awkwardly. She still needed to get used to the title of Mrs. Robinson.
Noah nodded. "I think there's no need for an introduction. You all must have guessed by now. This is Lauren, Mrs. Robinson."
Lauren timidly nodded to everyone and gave Noah a look, signaling him to stop using the term Mrs. Robinson. Noah got the message and cleared his throat before saying, "Shall we start the meeting now?"
Everyone waited for Quentin's response. Without his approval, no one dared to proceed. Quentin was sulking, having noticed the eye contact between Noah and Lauren. 'Noah is supposed to be his good friend, yet here he is, 'flirting' with his wife right in front of me. Does Noah have a death wish?' Quentin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear anything happening around him and thus didn't respond.
"Quentin, shall we start the meeting now?" Noah said loudly to avoid wasting everyone's time. It worked. Quentin snapped out of his reverie and said, "Start the meeting."
"Alright, let's begin with the introduction of the planning document. Our product spokesperson, Lauren, is not very familiar with this area, so everyone should pay close attention when speaking," Noah said considerately.
Lauren gave Noah a grateful smile. Indeed, Noah was a thoughtful man. Quentin caught this exchange of looks and regretted his earlier decision even more. If he had known, he wouldn't have let Lauren get involved in this spokesperson's business. He should have kept her at home, where only he could admire her.
Meanwhile, Noah and Lauren were oblivious to how their interaction appeared to Quentin. Quentin focused entirely on Lauren and Noah, so he didn't hear what others were saying during the meeting.
Lauren diligently took notes. Knowing she wasn't naturally talented, she worked even harder in her job and life. At least, to outsiders, everything seemed fine. Everyone had a good impression of Lauren. She wasn't arrogant or condescending, nor did she have the diva attitude of someone like Wendy. Interacting with her was easy and pleasant.
