Jammy
At first, everyone was extremely interested in the new vice president, thanks to the PR department's intense stimulation of curiosity. The administrative division set up a line on either side and signaled when the cheering was appropriate and when it wasn't.
Starweaver Group employed numerous people. They were dragged by Sophia to the very front of the throng.
Marcus was standing next to John as he and several other senior executives waited by the side of the road.
He seemed to possess a sixth sense. Marcus turned to face Emma and exchanged a few glances. Emma quickly averted her eyes from his.
Sophia excitedly pointed out the vice president's arrival features, infecting others with her enthusiasm. Marcus could sense Emma's excitement building as they both eagerly awaited the moment when the vice president would finally appear.
Sophia was ecstatic when she discovered the ideal front row spot. "Why is this scene so well-known now? Not only did every worker descend to greet him, but President John himself made a personal appearance."
Charlotte gave a nod. "Even though I have worked for the company for a while, this is the first time. This new vice president needs to be a little different, in my opinion."
Sophia could not take her eyes off of the handsome guy. "Oh my god! President Marcus looks so handsome in that suit today, standing there like a big star," she said. She was a great source of gossip about attractive guys. "However, I've heard that President Marcus has not been feeling well these past two days, and nobody in the Marketing Department dared to speak out."
Lucas mentioned that "the PR department portrayed the new vice president as fantastic. Some wonder if he is more attractive than President Marcus. Despite sounding lovely, the new vice president has a more personal name than President Marcus."
"Are you aware of the name of the new vice president?" Sophia queried.
Lucas gestured with his phone. "It was sent in the large group chat by the company."
Charlotte inquired nonchalantly, "What's his name? How are we supposed to address him?"
Sophia saw "James, President James" when she opened the large group message.
"Yes, it sounds pretty good." Emma, who was sitting next to Charlotte, abruptly leaned in to listen to her speak.
Emma's voice quivered as she said, "It's nothing, my legs momentarily turned to jelly," and her hand trembled as she grasped Charlotte's arm. What was the name of the new vice president, Sophia?
"James, President James, did you not eat breakfast and become anemic?" Sophia worriedly asked.
Emma: "I'm alright."
The same name was used by far too many people.
How in the world could she have imagined that the new executive vice president of Starweaver would be the top escort she was with last night?
She probably didn't get enough sleep the night before.
Perhaps their names simply had the same sound.
Emma straightened up, pulled out her phone, and started to look up the new vice president's name in characters.
The quiet, yet distinct murmur of her coworkers could be heard next to her.
"Is the Maybach that one?"
"The vice president's assistant got out to open the door for him; the car stopped, yes, it did."
"The assistant is really attractive as well!"
Emma's heart pounded frantically. She reasoned, "He can't be it.
Too many people enjoyed driving Mercedes-Benzes.
After bothering her all night, the top escort cleaned her face and hands, prepared her breakfast in the morning, and got into a heated argument with her over the four thousand dollar escort fee.
He could never be the second-in-command at Starweaver, responsible for overseeing tens of thousands of workers.
Just the same car and name, that's all.
The jet black Maybach's rear door had already opened a short distance away, and gleaming designer leather shoes dropped to the floor. His powerful, straight, and long legs firmly supported him on the ground.
Standing at almost 1.9 meters tall, he emanated a commanding presence. His temper was restrained and noble, as evidenced by the white shirt worn with a gentleman's light gray vest and his right arm resting on a suit jacket from the same color series.
Everyone let out an uncontrollable gasp when he showed up.
The shocked conversation spread like mosquitoes and gnats in a matter of seconds.
"Golden glasses! Formal suit, oh! My heart! "
"He is so handsome."
"My legs are already soft; the PR department was not kidding!"
"The dream partner finally has a face!"
"Oh my! "He is not the vice president; he is the man I will marry."
John hurried up to have a private conversation with him and followed him outside.
There was an explosion of enthusiastic, warm applause all around.
Emma hesitated to look up at the man who was approaching her. In the hopes that the characters would differ and that it wouldn't be him, she wanted to check the name in the company group chat.
But she was completely unable to click accurately.
Her mind went blank as she listened to Sophia's muffled prairie dog screams, "The vice president is so handsome, I'm about to faint," and realized that her hands and heart were both messy.
I should not have her here. It wouldn't matter what was inside the box as long as she didn't open it.
She forgot that her legs had already become mushy as she turned to try to get away. She lurched forward, losing her last bit of support with a little movement.
"Take caution."
Emma's arm was slung across another lean, strong arm.
The other person's body temperature, the two well-known words, and the familiar low voice were all intensely hot.
The applause ceased as soon as everyone's eyes locked on the entwined arms.
Silence at once.
The looks directed towards them revealed astonishment, envy, and jealousy.
Emma looked up into each other's clear, light, and cold eyes. "President James?" she said with a trembling voice as her fair forehead began to perspire finely.
With a slight smile on his face, James whispered, "Just call me Little Jammy; there's no need to be so polite." Only the two of them could hear him.
Go ahead.
Emma could hear her nerves snapping.
Last night, she'd really pushed herself on the new vice president of her company!
It was finished.
A large hand wrenched Emma's wrist free from James's arm the very next instant.
Marcus was there.
Marcus gently supported Emma by taking her arm and instinctively placing his other hand on her waist to help distribute her weight. "This colleague is the company's hand model, President James. The company has recently launched several new products, and employees in the advertising department have been tirelessly working long hours without breaks for several days."
Marcus's hand around her waist caught James's attention.
With bright, light eyes, he turned to face Emma and said, "Overwork should be avoided." To avoid weakening your body, you must still go to bed early."
He spoke, turned, and walked away.
It was understood by all as the new vice president's tender words to his staff members.
However, Emma's scalp tingled as she remembered the jumbled scenes from the previous evening, in which she had pushed him away and made him want her.
What started out as a financial exchange had now turned into her obnoxious insistence on seeing him.
Sophia and the others hurried over to Emma as soon as they noticed the new vice president's departure.
"Hi Emma, How are you doing?"
Emma forced a smile and replied, "I'm fine, just a bit tired." She brushed off their concerned looks and quickly changed the subject to work-related matters.
"Today is a good day to take off and relax."
"Emma."
Emma, with a pale face, weakly waved her hand. "After taking a break, I'll be fine; you guys go upstairs first."
As Sophia was about to speak, Charlotte glanced at Marcus and interrupted, muttering, "Stop worrying pointlessly with President Marcus here."
Sophia realized this all at once and hurriedly fled with everyone.
Marcus was less careful when speaking after everyone had left, saying, "This time you really need to learn your lesson about not drinking so much in the future."
When he finished his work yesterday and realized the server had not stayed with her, Marcus became concerned. When he quickly called her, he received a "get lost" message. At least he knew she was safe when he heard her firm voice.
Emma was so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she failed to hear Marcus out.
Marcus thought Emma was unwell and hungover as he noticed her disoriented state. They stepped forward, and he pulled her into his embrace even more.
James looked back at the two as he entered the lobby and prepared to turn into the elevator hall.