The Night I Let Go novel Chapter 22

"The more impatient you are, the less likely I am to start driving. The more you try to hide our relationship from your coworkers, the more I want to tell them."

Ellen folded her arms, looking utterly unconcerned.

Zachary frowned, enraged. He tried to open the door to get out, but Ellen was faster than him. She locked the door.

"Ellen Stewart!" With furrowed brows, Zachary glared at Ellen.

Ellen beamed. "Babe, you don't have to clench your teeth when you're saying my name. Also, I'd prefer you to just call me Ellen."

Zachary snapped, "Are you insane? I've told you that there's nothing between us. We're not compatible. Don't you get it?"

"Yes, I'm insane. Absolutely insane. And you're my cure. Would you be so kind as to save me?"

Confronted with the furious Zachary, Ellen was completely fearless. Grinning, she teased Zachary with crude pick-up lines.

There was nothing that Zachary could do.

Noticing that quite a few coworkers were walking closer, Zachary could only admit defeat and lower himself.

"I'm begging you, alright? Please just go."

"Sure. But you have to promise me that you'll accompany me to a class reunion the day after tomorrow."

"No way."

"Oh, you won't?"

Ellen's eyes glinted, and she pressed the car horn. Instantly, the car horn blared.

All the passersby and Yel Corporation employees in the area looked over.

Startled, Zachary quickly ducked his head and covered his face with his hands.

"Fine. You win. I promise you. Now, drive!"

"Is the collaboration with the Stewart family important to the company?"

"Ms. Wayne, the Stewart family's clothing factories are highly efficient. They produce garments with excellent quality and are basically the most reputable and influential clothing factories in Yelbric.

"Besides, our partner abroad, who has signed a three-year contract with us, has specifically asked for garments made by the Stewart family's clothing factories. If we terminate our collaboration with the Stewart family without careful consideration, we risk upsetting our partner overseas. It's not worth it."

At Sarah's words, Anya fell silent. She bit her lip and said calmly, "Fine. I understand."

"Is there anything else, Ms. Wayne?"

"Tomorrow, take note of which foot the marketing department's manager enters the company building with. If he walks in with his left foot first, deduct a hundred dollars from his bonus."

"What if it's the right foot?"

"Deduct two hundred dollars."

"Alright, Ms. Wayne." The secretary nodded, feeling secretly relieved.