Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 1313 - Chapter 1313 Chapter 1313 Shell text me for sure

Chapter 1313: Chapter 1313: She’ll text me for sure! Chapter 1313: Chapter 1313: She’ll text me for sure! After seeing off the little one, Enna Clark got ready and drove to the company.

Upon arriving at the Planning Department, she saw a group of people chatting near the corridor with their water cups scatter in a flurry when they caught sight of her, each returning to their respective spots.

Enna Clark didn’t take it to heart, went back to her seat, put down her bag, and opened her notebook. She then took her mug to the pantry and brewed a cup of coffee.

Throughout the process, many people sneaked glances at her with a look of curiosity mixed with hesitation to speak.

Enna Clark sensed the odd atmosphere, but she didn’t plan to stop anyone and ask. After calmly making her coffee, she returned to her desk and dived into her work.

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All was quiet and peaceful in the Planning Department, but the 88th floor was far from it.

The dark clouds that had loomed over their heads yesterday had finally cleared, bathing them in sunshine, and their breathing became much lighter.

Everyone thought this good “weather” would last at least a few days, but to their surprise, this morning a few people came rolling out of the President’s office, downcast and disheveled.

The clear blue skies of just one afternoon suddenly turned dark and overcast once more.

It wasn’t just overcast–it was worse than before, it was thunder and lightning!

No one knew on whose head the next bolt of thunder would fall.

Everyone buried their heads in their cubicles, fearful they would be the next to be struck by lightning.

Luckily, they weren’t qualified enough.

The qualified Directors, supervisors, and Managers from each department were all called up to the 88th floor to be berated, with the Planning Department receiving the worst of it.

Even the Secretary Office was whispering about how the Planning Department had angered the irritable President.

And the real culprit, oblivious, was busy with her work at hand.

In the President’s office.

The proud man had scolded everyone worthy of scolding, and irritably dismissed the low-headed, silent crowd with one word, “Get out!”

The people in the office, as if pardoned, quickly picked up the reports scattered on the floor and fled the room.

Only the assistant was left in the office, sweating coldly, trying to minimize his presence as much as possible.

Baron Lawrence sat in the leather swivel chair, his features handsome and sharp, his simple silver-gray suit exceptionally sleek and sharp on him. Even just sitting there, he did not lose an ounce of his domineering President’s radiance.

But he seemed rather irritable at the moment, his sexy thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his body exuded impatience. His fingers rested on the office desk, tapping it sporadically.

“Knock knock knock…”

Each tap seemed to strike the assistant’s heart, making him even more nervous, wishing he could shrink into a ball so that the man in the room wouldn’t see him.

Baron Lawrence, however, wasn’t looking at him.

After irritably tapping his desk a few times, his eyes caught a glimpse of his phone on the desk, void of any messages, and his mood turned even more irritable.

Perhaps hearing his inner voice, at that moment, the phone suddenly lit up.

“Finally!” he immediately picked up the phone, his face that had been gloomy all day showing signs of clearing.

The assistant stole a glance at him, curious about the message.

Only to see the man’s face, which had just shown signs of clearing, suddenly darken again, even more so than before. He kicked over the trash can next to him with one foot. With a snap, he threw the phone back onto the desk, his eyes fierce, “Announce that the Planning Department is taking a day off today!”

“A-a day off? Now? Lord Baron.” So sudden? They were just starting work!

“Now! Immediately! Right away! Go handle it!”

He refused to believe that if he gave the entire Planning Department a day off, she still wouldn’t have time to send him a text message!