Chapter 6 are we friends now?

Sam checked his appearance in the rearview mirror of the car, his big hand crawled across his hair and smoothed it, um, perfect, and then his eyes looked through the car window to the office door, waiting patiently for the beauty to appear.

Of course, he is not an idiot, but after meeting Susan in the office that day, when he went to work meetings and held a spoon in the central kitchen, she was always in his mind, either angry or laughing...

He thought he should have been poisoned by the opium poppy.

Since he is both psychologically and physically honest, he is not self-deceiving and hesitant, so he handed over the job to the sous chef, drove to the office, and decided to put his longing for her into action.

He inquired about Melany in advance and knew that Susan had arranged Melany's entrustment in the itinerary today. As the real client, his participation in the action was absolutely legitimate.

Here she comes!

Beep! Beep!

Sam's eyes lit up and he tapped his horn twice, then he lowered the window and greeted Susan who was oncoming with a smile, "Hi, Assistant Susan."

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Sam... Are you on a business trip here or for Melany's case?" Susan stopped, leaning lightly against the car door, and glanced at him leisurely.

This man is 80%, no, 90% is waiting for her.

"You are half right. I came to you specifically for the case."

She narrowed her beautiful eyes and chuckled, "Look for me? Is there anything a little assistant can do for you?"

Sam touched his nose. "When I met you at the office that day, I always felt that Assistant Susan was inexplicably hostile and defensive towards me."

Susan looked at him with a smile, wondering whether it was good, quite conscious.

"Do I offend you in any way?"

She tilted her head charmingly and thought for a while, then replied: "No, but I have to remind you, Mr. Sam, although we met at PUB before the office, you must not use this as an excuse to strike up a conversation, Saying that we are destined or something."

Sam was choked by her words. Isn't that destined enough?

"Speaking of it, I'm just a little paralegal. You are the director of the hotel. Our relationship is very simple." Susan put the smile away, her tone was serious and straightforward, " It's very clear that even if you drank a glass of wine that day, you still can't be called a friend, and even if you don't deliberately set up a relationship, I will deal with the case seriously." After that, she winked at him.

He couldn't help but curled up his mouth. This woman did have a personality. The fact that work and private were clearly distinguished, made him admire her even more.

"So, you mean, now that I am a commissioned client, PUB's wine affair is regarded as a dreamlike encounter."

Susan curled her lips secretly, who wants to have any relationship with him?!

"Yes, I think Mr. Sam is definitely not a person who messes up work and private, you must understand me."

Knowing that he is a high-level hotel executive, people in such high positions are the least fond of being entangled inexplicably.

"Okay, I understand." Sam nodded, then grinned, and reached out to her, "Then it's enough to start meeting again, beautiful paralegal, hello, I m Sam, I m a chef at Kimberly Hotel. Nice to meet you."

Susan's beautiful eyes blinked, he responded really well, and she also reached out her hand very cooperatively, "Haha, hello, Chef Sam."

He gently shook her little hand politely and let it go, "If you don't mind, can I accompany u during the visit today? Let me be the driver. Of course, not just for my employee's case, but I also want to know u more. Your unique new friend."

"Yeah." She looked at him straight and smiled, seeing that he was a little embarrassed by her staring, and her ears turned red unconsciously, her beautiful eyes flashed brightly, he was shy, it was really interesting, she remembered when she was dancing in PUB, She deliberately teased him, his ears are so red, "Mr. Sam doesn't need to work?"

"My work duty is relatively wide, and I don't need to stay in a restaurant all the time."

It just so happens that she is going to a lot of places today. Some people want to offer themselves as a driver, so why should she refuse? "Then I will trouble Chef Joe today."

"It's an honor to serve beautiful women." Sam got out of the car and walked around the front of the car, gently opening the passenger seat door for her.

Stooping to sit in the car, Susan looked at it secretly. The comfortable leather chair and the large equipment are definitely a million-dollar car. He deserves to be the director of Kimberly Hotel. It is estimated that his income is almost equal to that of the general manager of a large company.

"Where should I go for the first stop?" he asked after getting in the driver's seat.

Susan turned over the information in her hand, "Please trouble Mr. Sam to go to the Domestic Violence Center first, the address is..."

"No problem, but there is something I want to discuss with you."

"Um?"

"Can you stop calling me Mr. Sam?"

Susan held back a smile, pondered for a while, and then deliberately said, "Then what should I call u?"

Sam's mouth patted, "Just call me Sam."

"This is too disrespectful to Mr. Sam."

"You're not my subordinate, and friends don't need to be so serious." Sam is really depressed, why does he have no idea what to do with her?

Susan teased with satisfaction, and then said, "Well then, Sam."

He mustered up the courage to ask: "Then I can call you Susan?"

"Call me Assistant Susan during work hours."