Jasper Wilkinson

Abigail got ready quickly and took a cab to the Essence Concierge. She restlessly fiddled with the strap of her bag.

The requirement was for the PA of the CEO, and Abigail was not qualified for it.

She was going there with the hope that he would give her a job based on her qualifications and the bond she had with his sister in the past.

When she looked back in time, she realized she had made a hasty decision. She should have waited for the calls from the companies to which she had applied.

She realized she had been carried away by Britney's words at this point. A little bit of consideration was needed.

"Uh…" She let out a sigh. "There is no time to be sorry now that I'm on my way," she muttered under her breath.

The taxi finally stopped in front of a building… all glass and steel.

She looked at the 15-story building in front of her as she got out of the car. She hadn't been to this part of town in a few years and didn't know that the once two-story building had been transformed into a skyscraper.

'He has become a wealthy man now,' she murmured in a daze.

She was not sure if he would recognize her. How was she going to ask him to give her a job? She didn't even have contact with Elsa.

Standing in front of the building, she considered turning around and fleeing.

Her inner voice told her to go and meet him.

Abigail clasped the strap of the bag and walked in through the gate.

The front desk lady guided her to go to the top floor.

Abigail took the elevator and came to the top floor, where there were glass walls all around. Several male and female candidates were seated in the chairs placed in two rows in front of the CEO's room.

On the nameplate, "Jasper Wilkinson" was written.

Abigail stood there and stared at the name, her stomach knotting. She couldn't help but think of the cold and serious face. She had always been scared of Jasper, even though he never talked to her rudely.

He was, in fact, helpful. But she had no idea why she had feared him. Perhaps he was too strict with his sister. She had a sneaking suspicion that he would reprimand her as well. After so many years, she still had the same feeling when she mumbled his name in her mind.

A blonde in a black suit approached her and asked, "Are you here for the interview?"

Abigail regained her composure and nodded. "Yes."

"Please take a seat and wait your turn." The immaculate lady motioned to an empty chair.

"Oh, thank you." Abigail sat down.

The woman handed her a document and said, "Please fill in your details and give it back to me."

She walked up to her desk, which was right next to Jasper's cabin.

Abigail's gaze followed her, and she reflected on how intelligent and professional the woman was. She looked at the other candidates, and they all seemed smart, well-qualified, and experienced.

Whether men or women, all were wearing suits. She was the only one who came in a white top and a gray skirt. Luckily, she had put on a navy-blue jacket.

She believed that her outfit could also be considered appropriate for an interview. She quickly filled in the details and gave the document back to the blonde, who smiled and asked her to wait.

Abigail took out her phone as she sat back on the chair, thinking whether to call Christopher or not.

'Maybe he will not pick up,' she murmured to herself.

She was also afraid that he would figure it out and learn that she was not at home. She wouldn't tell him until she got a job because she knew Christopher wouldn't let her work outside. Her goal was to become self-sufficient and intelligent, with an attractive personality to draw his attention.

She was a little guilty of not telling him.

"I will keep it secret for the time being," she comforted herself.

Christopher, on the other hand, became aggravated. He had been reprimanding his subordinates since the morning. He was picking small mistakes and making them big. Nothing could make him satisfied.

"This is what you call a report," he exclaimed angrily. "You have been here for a few years, and it appears that you haven't learned anything. Do you require training?"

The secretary was about to cry. She had always made reports like this, and Christopher had no problem with that. She couldn't understand why he wasn't satisfied this time.

"If you need further training, talk to Brad. Take it away." Christopher pushed the file toward her.

With teary eyes, the secretary picked up the file and walked out.

Buzz-Buzz…

Christopher immediately checked the phone, hoping it was from Abigail.

It was, however, a text message from Brad.

'Are you coming for the luncheon with Mr. Tony?'

Christopher was disappointed. He set the phone down without replying to his message. His mood deteriorated further.

The work seemed to be forced. It was stressful. He wanted to leave everything and go back home. Then again, his anger at Abigail only increased as he thought she was ignoring her.

'Why should I care?'

He forced himself to keep working.

Knock-Knock…

"Come in…"

Brad came in, pushing the door. "What's wrong with you? Why did you scold Lara?"

Christopher mirrored his scowl and asked back, "Did she complain about me?"

"Oh, come on, Chris. You have been acting weird lately. You need a break. Go home early."

"I have got a lot of work to do." Christopher kept checking the file he was looking at, ignoring the fact that he was also eager to get home. He was curious about what Abigail had been up to, but he refused to call her.

Brad was irritated. For the first time in his life, he felt that he didn't know his friend.

"I don't know what is going on with you. If you are upset with Abigail, talk to her. Don't vent your frustration on others."

The mere mention of Abigail's name made his mood worse. Christopher was losing his cool. He didn't want to yell at his friend. So, he simply asked him to leave.

"Are you not going to the luncheon?"

"Yes, I am." Brad put his hands on his hips. "Mr. Tony wants to talk to you if you remember. Are you sure you're not coming?"

Christopher had no desire to meet with any of his clients at this moment. Then he reasoned that a change of environment would help to lift his spirits.

"OK, fine. I am coming with you." He ultimately agreed to join him.