Chapter 48 Home Delivery
Jean spent considerable time preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. She pulled out her smartphone and logged onto the official MON & Co. website to locate Ms. Weller’s contact number.
This is her last-ditch effort. Calling Ms. Weller at the spur of the moment could backfire on her.
As a result, her future state in MON & Co. will be considerably more challenging.
But after some thought, she decided to bet with those odds.
The person on the other line picked up the call, and there was a sound of water in the background. “Who’s this?” drawled the recipient.
“Good evening, Ms. Weller. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time, but I’m the new intern in the company and…”
“Luminance Villa. Room 305. You have fifteen minutes,” interrupted the woman. She hung up before Jean had any time to process what had happened.
When it finally clicked, Jean was out the door. She hailed a cab —no short of a miracle.
A group of front desk personnel gathered over the scene.
“She’s a real lunatic, isn’t she? Who on god’s green earth works this hard under Ms. Weller?”
“By the way, Ms. Weller didn’t show up at the company today. She must be out having dinner with the golden boys,” said an employee. “Jean isn’t hard on the eyes, so she probably couldn’t resist tonight.”
“Someone might just take her place.”
The personnel who introduced Jean to the members added, “Let’s see how long that optimism lasts in that girl.”
Jean arrived at Room 305 of Luminance Villa —just within fifteen minutes.
Bursts of laughter and the sound of collided wine glasses were the first things Jean heard.
She hesitated. Am I late? Barely.
But intruding into a party will undoubtedly destroy the atmosphere inside. Her presence would be invasive.
Two waiters caught Jean’s eye as they walked over with dinner plates.
The private lounge was intoxicated with the smell of wine. In the middle of the room, a woman with short hair was draped onto an armchair. Her sultry eyes as she held were half-lidded onto a cigarette bud with her right hand.
Besides her, the rest of the people in that room were men. Each one was worth a fortune to their name.
Jean concealed herself behind a waiter holding dishes. She moved stealthily towards a spot on the table where a bottle of red wine was placed.
Nobody noticed her while the feast went on.
Jean observed the people in the room. A spectacled man was busy complimenting a man with a gray suit. But what interested her was the woman beside them in the main seat —that must be Ms. Weller.
She ought to be Monica Weller, one of MON & Co.’s lead designers if Jean had it right.
Insider rumors claim that her personal life is a complete mess. Monica was known to enjoy spending extended amounts of time with business leaders at parties.
But it was Monica Weller’s works that initially caught Jean’s attention, not that tabloid news. Each is flawless and deserving of the epithet masterpiece.
Someone with such artistic talents wouldn’t divulge herself in such a lowly setting.
At least, that was what Jean Eyer assumed.
She happened to notice Monica Weller’s cigarette bud was burning out. Jean swiftly put out the cigarette bud with a napkin.
Monica Weller was a bit taken aback. She lifted an eyebrow and gave Jean a glance.
“Jean Eyer?”
“Yes, Ms. Weller,” she replied.
“Sit,” directed Monica. She smiled at the intern.
Although briefly startled, Jean followed her instructions. Without anyone noticing, the others kept on drinking.
The vibrant atmosphere at the wine party was then interrupted when Monica raised her wine glass for a toast.
“I would like to introduce someone to you all. Her name is… Luna, my new assistant.”
“Ms. Weller has a great vision for choosing applicants. Miss Luna will unquestionably excel in the design sector!”
“Yeah, come! Let’s toast.”
Jean’s palms had grown clammy with a glass of red wine on hand.
Wine connoisseurs are nothing but phonies. They mask themselves with lies and flattery to keep the party going. Jean however had no choice but to go along with their antics.
After a few glasses of wine, Monica confessed that she was dizzy and ordered Jean to help her out.
“Next time, let’s make an appointment,” slurred Monica. She leaned her body on Jean as they walked to the door. Jean continued to help her into the elevator that went down the parking lot.
She fished out her handphone to hail a cab for Ms. Weller.
“Ms. Weller, I have gum if you need it?” queried Jean.
It was expected of interns from large companies to carry out chores.
Monica wrapped her shawl around her body and looked at Jean with interest.
“Why did you come to MON & Co.?” she asked. There was no hint of drunkenness as she spoke.
Jean answered frankly, “I need the work and money.”
Monica couldn’t help laughing. “You’re not like what the rumors say. Okay, then you can follow me. Money is easy to earn.”
Jean pondered the meaning behind her words before the driver arrived.
Monica threw Jean a key to an apartment.
“I’ll use it tonight, so go clean it up.”
She left Jean alone after getting inside the vehicle with the driver.
The size of the Luminance Villa’s underground parking lot was enormous. Jean had no alternative but to return the same way back through the elevator.
With a lowered gaze, she waited for the elevator doors to open back up. As she was about to enter the elevator, Jean noticed that the people inside weren’t budging.
I realized they were all my acquaintances.
A cold gaze fell on Jean. She didn’t say a word and stepped aside to give way.
Edgar Royden frowned in displeasure. He did not move.
Brad White found that the situation was not right and directly pulled Jonathan Jackson, who wanted to speak.
“Did you have to go to such a cheap place to make money?” mocked Edgar.
Jean looked toward Edgar with a smile. “Pot calling the kettle black. Fancy seeing you in the same lowly place as I am. Did you have fun in these deprived parts of the villa?” retaliated Jean.
“You know, without the patronage from the stupidly rich like you, Luminance Villa would not be this grand,” said Jean as she gestured to the parking lot. “you should have been at the party. You would have fit right in with those lot.”
She didn’t give any mind to how they would respond and went straight into the elevator.
“You know, the elevator goes both ways. You should step out once it’s your floor,” gleaned Jean.
Jean pressed the button for the first floor. As the elevator ascended to the floor, she fished out her phone and searched the address that Monica had texted her.
It was only Edgar and Jean left in the elevator. Curiosity took hold of Edgar and glanced over at the handphone. He smelled alcohol on Jean and frowned.
Not only did she have a rendezvous at the Luminance Villa with someone, but she also received a text from someone that said, ‘deliver this at the door’?
It was Jean’s stop out the floor before she caught a glimpse of Edgar’s disgusted expression.
She felt heartbroken but walked out of the elevator without a second look at him.
Before the elevator door closed on him, Edgar ran out with clenched fists.
Everyone in Yorktown knew that Jean was his ex-wife. If they were to find her in such a place, he would definitely be involved in the newfound scandal.
With that thought, Edgar chased after Jean.
