Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 I was relieved to see Barbara’s sanity and clarity, but my heart ached for her immensely. Any words of comfort seemed feeble. All I could do was to make Norman pay for his actions. After a moment of silence, Barbara said, “Since he’s betrayed me, there’s nothing left for me to cling onto. Tell me what to do, Rena, and I’ll do it.” Barbara and I had a chat in the ward. I learned more about Norman. Norman was not from a wealthy family. He was born in a small village, but he was a hard working and bright kid, which led him to a good university. After graduate, he got a job at his current company, and there was a good chance he was about to get promoted. For Norman, his job was crucial, the comerstone of his life in Rosemont. If he lost his job, he might never find such a good one again. Barbara also told me that Norman’s parents were only in their fifties, but they had already retired, completely relying on Norman for support. Barbara never cared about these things. She didn’t lack money and didn’t mind helping her future parents-in-law financially. Just as we finished talking. Stella and the others came back with Barbara’s mom. “Mom!” Seeing her mother, Barbara immediately burst into tears. Barbara’s mother rushed over to her, her eyes filled with concern and love. I left the ward with Stella and Alicia and filled them in on Barbara’s attitude and Norman’s situation. I had a preliminary plan in mind, but I needed Neil’s help. After leaving the hospital, I called Neil. “Neil, can you do me a favor?” I asked bluntly. “Go on,” he responded succinctly.

I wanted Neil to ask the HR department to offer Norman an attractive job to lure him into quitting his current job. At the same time, I planned to let Barbara keep away from Norman temporarily, with some excuse.

Neil didn’t understand what I was up to. He turned down my request. After all, not everyone could get into Whitmore Co. I spoke in a tough way, “If you don’t agree, I’ll tell your parents you’re courting a college girl!” “Irene Finch, are you asking for a trouble?” Neil’s usually cold voice suddenly became furious. “If you don’t agree, I’ll tell them right now!” I didn’t care, all I wanted was to avenge for Barbara. “Wait for me.” Neil hung up. Half an hour later, Neil came back. I was surprised he’d come all the way back just to talk to me. He walked in and asked, “Why do you want Whitmore Co. to hire Norman?” I replied, “Who said I want you to actually hire him? I just want you to send an invitation, as long as it can entice him to leave his current company.” Neil frowned, “What are you up to?” Since Barbara had decided to end things with Norman and I indeed needed Neil’s help, I decided to tell him the truth. After hearing me out, Neil narrowed his eyes, “So the soap opera you told me about last time, it’s about Barbara, isn’t it?” “It’s not a soap opera! It’s real!” I answered a bit angrily, “If Whitmore Co. wasn’t that attractive, I would have asked my parents for help.”/ Norman, though a jerk, was very steady and pragmatic in his work and wouldn’t change job easily. The offer to lure him away had to Moreover, Whitmore Co. has several departments that could offer positions that match Norman’s current job. After thinking it over, Neil agreed, “Fine, I’ll do it.” I grinned, “And no worries, I won’t tell your parents about your pursuit of a college girl. Even if you were after a widow, I wouldn’t tell!” “Shut up,” Neil looked at me seriously. I shut up. Anyway, I had achieved my goal. After dinner, I went to rest. be Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

very strong. Neil didn’t stay at home for long. He preferred to be with Bonnie. Bonnie and Oscar had broken up, so it was the perfect time for him to pursue bér. Not long after he left, I got a message from him: come to the office tomorrow. I was stunned for a moment, then remembered that I had said I would work at Whitmore Co. I hadn’t expected him to really arrange it. I wondered what position I’d be assigned to. But since Neil had agreed, I didn’t plan to think too much. The next day, I went straight to Whitmore Co. Our relationship wasn’t public in the company, but people weren’t idiots. If anyone looked up Neil’s information, they’d see photos of me and him. Although our photos were rare, they did exist. So the HR staff was very courteous to me. After helping me fill out all the paperwork, he led me to Neil’s office. To my surprise, Neil had arranged me to be his personal secretary. Neil was in a meeting in the conference room at the time. I was sitting at the secretary’s desk, looking at the secretary’s handbook. That’s when Barbara called, “Whitmore Co. really sent Norman a job offer email. He just texted me about it” “Great. This is just the first step. We must make him lose everything!” I was very satisfied with Neil’s efficiency. “Okay I’ll be staying at my parents’ house these days. Come to see me when you can.” Barbara invited me. “Sure. I’m working at Whitmore Co. now You won’t believe what my job is…” Before I could finish, Neil, who I didn’t know when he had arrived, was looking down at me I hung up the phone immediately it was working hours after all I really shouldn’t have been making personal calls. “You’ve got a week to get familiar with the job. Is that enough?” Neil understood that I was aware of wrongdoing, so he didn’t intentionally give me a hard time and went back to his seat. He picked up his cup and handed it to me, “You don’t need a week to learn how to make coffee, do you?”

I have said before, I don’t want to end up as your errand runner And now you want me to make you coffee?” I was a bit ticked off 1/2 11:23 Chapter 49 “Don’t you know that being with your boss, you can learn a lot?” Neil argued convincingly. I chuckled and took the cup. As I was heading to make some coffee, I muttered, “Why don’t you have your college girl learn some stuff? She needs it more than I do!” Every time I brought up Bonnie, Neil’s facial expression would go frosty Under his disapproving glare, I happily brewed a cup of coffee and handed it to him. Just as I sat down at my desk, an unknown number texted me: “Irene, it’s Bonnie. Can we meet up?” How did Bonnie get my number? I frowned, texting back, “Sure. After i get off work.”