Chapter 530 Do You Want to Pursue Rebecca
Rebecca felt a wave of satisfaction as her big plan started to come together. "You have no idea how much of a workaholic Anthony is. He's like a high-speed machine," she said.
A stack of documents landed with a thud in front of her. "Make ten copies of each."
Rebecca looked up. "I'm just the driver. I don't do this kind of work."
Anthony replied, "You're the least busy."
"Let's get one thing straight. I don't get paid. I'm basically free labor. You don't pay me, but you still can't stand to see me idle? Even a machine can't run non-stop."
Anthony frowned. "If you keep shouting, the whole firm will hear you."
Rebecca hung up the phone and rolled her eyes. "I'm not doing it. Ask Howard. You're supposed to make him give up, not use this as an excuse to train me."
She had finally managed to take a well-deserved break, enjoying good food, drinks, and sleep. She wasn't about to become a workhorse.
Anthony remarked, "Howard got food poisoning today. He's been to the bathroom three times in the last half hour. You wanted me to exploit him, so when he came to the firm, my assistant was on leave. These documents are needed for a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want the client to wait for him?"
Rebecca feared Anthony's next words would be, "You can take back that guy who's only good at eating and then going to the bathroom, or on his way to eat or the bathroom."
She grabbed the stack of documents and said, "I'll go make the copies right now. Ten copies, right? Not a single one will be missing."
Anthony continued, "If Howard isn't out of the bathroom by then, or if he keeps up this bathroom frequency, you'll take the meeting notes. If the assistant keeps interrupting the meeting, people will think our firm isn't professional."
Rebecca smirked and said in a sultry voice, "Got it."
With that, she headed to the copy room.
Howard's legs were weak. He leaned against the wall, shuffling to Anthony's office, his face pale as a ghost. Seeing Anthony sitting there, he said, "Mr. Lewis, this is so unfair. We've been eating the same thing all day, yet I'm the one with food poisoning. How come you're doing okay? Do lawyers need to have iron stomachs or something?"
What if he had to go to court and got food poisoning? That would be a disaster.
Most trials last about an hour. If he had to run to the bathroom three times in half an hour, would the judge have to move the trial to the bathroom?
Anthony was preparing documents for the upcoming meeting. Without looking up, he said, "It's different."
"What's different?" Howard frowned, thinking hard but couldn't figure it out. Did Anthony have steak while he had pork?
Was that why he was suffering?
Anthony said, "Before the trial, you drank a glass of water the defendant gave you."
Howard exclaimed, "What? That water was tainted?"
The water was meant for Anthony, but he didn't drink it. Howard, being thirsty, drank it instead.Anthony replied, "Haven't you been to the bathroom enough times?"
Howard asked, "You knew it was tainted and didn't stop me?"
Before Howard got sick, Anthony didn't know the water was tainted. He wasn't a mind reader. But on trial days, he never ate or drank anything from others. Anthony said, "I told you, if you avoid it this time, you'll make the same mistake again. But with this lesson, you'll remember next time."
Though it made sense, Howard still couldn't accept it. What if it had been poison instead of a laxative? He could be dead.
He asked, "Are you keeping Rebecca as a driver because you want to date her?"
Anthony looked up, giving him a calm look. Just as he was about to say something, Howard clutched his stomach. "I can't... I..."
Before he could finish, Howard was rushing to the door, bumping into Rebecca, who was coming in with the documents.
Howard let out a cry and waddled away like a penguin.
Rebecca was speechless.
Watching Howard disappear, she closed her open mouth and placed the documents on Anthony's desk. "I'll go downstairs and get him some medicine."
Anthony said, "I've already sent someone. The meeting is about to start. Let's go."
He stood up, walking around his desk. Yet Rebecca remarked, "Call back the person getting the medicine and have her go to the meeting with you. I know nothing about law. After graduation, I opened my little shop and did nothing. I've never worked in a proper office. What am I supposed to do? Stand there like a decoration?"
Anthony's gaze fell on Rebecca's face, scrutinizing her. "A decoration?" he said.
Rebecca stood on tiptoe, bringing her face close to his, patting her cheeks. "Don't I look like one? Beautiful, with delicate features, full lips, and lots of collagen."
Anthony replied, "I don't see the beauty, but I do see your red cheeks."
Rebecca was so annoyed she almost rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She said, "Forget it. You're a single guy with no taste. I'll forgive you."
She was good at compromising and never got angry over others' mistakes. If she got angry, it was their fault. Life was hard enough without torturing herself.
Anthony said, "I only recognize my girlfriend as beautiful."
Rebecca responded, "You shouldn't say that. Usually, when you say it, the opposite happens. You might end up with an ugly woman."
Anthony said, "To me, she'd still be beautiful."
Rebecca didn't know how to respond. Anthony was professing his love for his future wife. Why should she interfere?
"Rebecca, think about it," Anthony said seriously. "Your parents are pushing you to date, right? We could date for a while, like a trial. If it doesn't work out, we can end it."
This was the first time Anthony had seriously talked about dating her. Rebecca had always thought he was joking before, as he never seemed sincere.
Rebecca stared at him, feeling a bit nervous under his intense gaze. She unconsciously licked her lips.
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