Chapter 1321: Chapter 1321
If every company lets people come and go as they please, it would be too much of a security risk.
Not to mention the security guard downstairs at the building or the access control at the company entrance, at least the assistant sitting in front of her office—please, stop them a little bit?
There are plenty of design documents for next quarter’s new products in her office! These are all trade secrets!
Allen Rivera turned around, looked at her casually, and said, "I showed my documents."
Jane McCain: "..."
Yes, you’re really something, prosecutor!
Jane McCain walked over to her desk with a blank face and sat down, casually tossing the meeting documents aside, asking coldly, "What do you want?"
When she couldn’t see him, she missed him so much it hurt her heart, but now that she saw him, she didn’t want to show a friendly face.
It seemed as if a slightly nicer attitude could weaken her spirit in front of him.
And she didn’t want to lose.
Allen Rivera didn’t immediately state his purpose, instead he lightly glanced at the desk, his gaze stopping at the piles of tissues.
"Cried for a long time, didn’t you?" he said.
Jane McCain bit her lip and angrily threw the tissues on the desk into the wastebasket, "No, these are for wiping my nose!"
"Did you catch a cold?" Allen Rivera knew she was lying, yet calmly asked, "What medicine did you take? Colds vary, don’t randomly buy medicine and take it."
The concern in his words sounded especially sarcastic at this moment.
She bit her lip and turned her face away, replying stiffly, "I don’t need your care."
The office fell silent.
Neither of them spoke.
Jane McCain was holding back anger, while Allen Rivera was pondering something.
In that silent space, Jane McCain’s glance slowly moved over to him... he had shaved, his hair was neat, and his shirt was as white as new, his coat and scarf folded in the crook of his arm...
Scarf...
Scarf was what she gave him as a Christmas present.
Her nose inexplicably stung, and the urge to cry surged swiftly; she tightly picked at her fingers, trying to suppress this inappropriate emotion.
Then Allen Rivera said, "Janie, let’s talk."
Jane McCain replied indifferently, "What’s there to talk about."
"Yesterday, after you said those things, you left too quickly without giving me a chance to explain; I think it was unfair to me." Allen Rivera said, "We should sit down, calmly and peacefully talk it out, and regardless of the outcome, I will respect your decision."
Jane McCain furrowed her brow; yesterday, Ryan Wesley also said they should talk, and clear things out.
She bit her lip and spoke a few words gloomily, "Then let’s talk."
"Not here." Allen Rivera said, "After all, it’s your workplace. If some topics make you angry or make you cry, it won’t be good. Let’s go out and talk."
Allen Rivera always made it difficult for her to refuse.
It felt as if he had figured out all her thoughts, taking the lead with just a few sentences.
Jane McCain indeed lacked confidence; she was very emotional, prone to cry, and particularly afraid of losing face. If the people at her company saw her crying, she’d be too embarrassed to come to work.
"Then where should we go to talk?" she asked.
Allen Rivera glanced at his watch and casually said, "It’s past four; let’s find a place to eat, talk while eating, and if we really break up, it’ll be the last supper."
Last supper.
The term lightly stung Jane McCain, filling her heart with sadness.
She nodded silently.
Picking up her bag, she followed him downstairs and got into the car, noticing his keychain adorned with a sunny doll, a pang of pain struck her heart again.
Unwilling to look at it anymore, she turned her gaze to the car window...
Allen Rivera was still driving slowly, and with the traffic jam, they moved in stops and starts amid the bustling flow of vehicles, the stretched highway seemingly without end.
As time ticked away, dusk gradually settled in, yet they still hadn’t reached their destination.
Jane McCain remembered leaving around four thirty; now it was almost seven at night, and the scenery on both sides was growing increasingly desolate, with hardly a sign of the city...
She couldn’t help but feel tense: "Allen Rivera, where are you taking me?"