Chapter 651 Mr. Bailey Sends You
Zachary instinctively rubbed his forehead. Every time he saw Maeve, a stress-induced headache followed. It had happened too many times already.
He frowned, ready to refuse, but then he saw Maeve silently mouth the word "plane."
He got it immediately and turned to Dylan. "You and the other board members go ahead."
Dylan glanced at Maeve and reminded him, "Mr. Bailey, we're running out of time."
Zachary nodded and led Maeve to the lounge area where she had waited before. The receptionist brought over a fruit platter and some pastries.
After asking about her preferences, they even made her a cup of coffee. This was a far cry from her previous treatment.
Without an appointment, Maeve had been left to wait with only a cup of some unidentifiable, terrible coffee. She couldn't help but wonder if Winona would have been treated so dismissively.
"Ms. Harrington," Zachary raised his voice, looking at the distracted woman in front of him.
Maeve snapped back to reality, noticing the people bustling around the lobby and the receptionist who kept glancing their way.
She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Are we really going to talk here? What if someone overhears us? Maybe we should find a more private place. That receptionist keeps looking over."
"No need," Zachary said with a slight smile.
He actually smiled.
Maeve felt a flicker of hope and couldn't help but smile back, but it quickly faded when Zachary doused it with cold water. "She's a fan of Winona."
He had seen the receptionist hiding in the stairwell, watching Winona's competition videos and texting her friends about them.
Zachary quickly moved past this topic and got straight to the point. "What time is the flight?"
Maeve's smile stiffened. "Three ten."
Zachary glanced at his watch. It was twelve-thirty.
"Which flight?"
Maeve didn't answer, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Finally, she seemed to make a desperate decision.
Zachary was busy replying to a message and didn't notice her silence at first. When he looked up, he saw her expression and realized something was off. "If you have any additional conditions, just say so."
Maeve had previously proposed a partnership, with the condition that he help her escape her family and send her abroad for school. If she wanted to return, he would help her find a satisfactory job.
Her heart pounded, but she shook her head. "Are you going to the airport today?"
Zachary looked at her, suppressing his impatience. "That's my business, not yours."
"We're partners," Maeve paused, knowing her own limitations.
She wanted to leave some suspense, hoping Zachary would ask her, but he just looked at her silently.
Despite trying to stay calm, she was still a college student with little experience. Facing someone like Zachary, she couldn't help but show her nerves.
"I can help you find him, gather evidence of his crimes, and get him arrested. Winona can't do any of that. All she does is enjoy the comfort your status brings her. Isn't that what you think?"
So much so that she didn't even tell him about her illness.
Zachary's patience ran out. He stood up, his face dark. "How can you do all that? Based on what? Imagination? You've never even seen him. How can you do what you say?"
His sharp tongue was well-known. Maeve, unfamiliar with this side of him, was stunned.
Their initial agreement was for Maeve to provide information so he could find the person. She wasn't supposed to handle anything else.
"I can do it," Maeve said urgently, grabbing his arm. "I can do it, and I'm willing to do it for you."
"Damn," the receptionist cursed, venting to a colleague. "Is she really that shameless? Coming here to confess? I need to take a picture and send it to Winona. She needs to come and deal with this two-faced woman."
Her colleague asked, "How do you know what they're saying? Can you hear them from here?"
"You don't need to hear. Just look at her. The way she looks at Mr. Bailey is full of flirtation."
Seeing her actually take a picture, the colleague warned, "Don't mess around. Mr. Bailey hates employees doing personal stuff on the job, especially spreading gossip. If he finds out, you'll lose your job and won't be able to work in Dreamopolis again."
Zachary wouldn't need to do anything. Just a background check from another company would reveal why she was fired, and no one would hire her.
"Mr. Bailey firing me would prove he's guilty," she said, feeling lucky she had added Winona on WhatsApp.
Just as she sent the photo, Zachary walked over.
The receptionist was so startled she dropped her phone on the desk. She quickly tried to lock the screen, but Zachary had already seen the photo she sent.
One of the photos showed Maeve holding his hand.
"Mr. Bailey, I, I just..."
Zachary cut her off. "Make sure to explain it to her."
Then he turned and walked away.
As his intimidating presence faded, the receptionist finally relaxed. She hadn't been punished. Looking back at the lounge, Maeve still stood there, looking stunned.
The receptionist grabbed a small mirror from her drawer and approached Maeve. "Miss, Mr. Bailey wanted you to have this. He said to look at it every day before you go out."
Women understand women best, and the insult hit hard.
Winona received the message while taking a coffee break. Someone was treating the whole department.
Michael was there too, surrounded by several young women from the museum, creating a lively scene.
Winona opened WhatsApp and saw a message from an unfamiliar name. She thought it was spam, but it turned out to be photos of Zachary and Maeve.
Next to her, Michael, with his height advantage, glanced down and saw the photos. His gaze lingered on the people in the pictures for a moment.
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