The longer Scarlett waited, the angrier she felt. She cursed Chuck internally. If they finished within an hour or two, then she would still have a chance to get in and sleep. The clock struck 2 am. Scarlett was sleepy, and her phone was almost dead. She tried one last time to call Chuck.
“Sorry! The subscriber you dialed can not be connected for the moment, and please redial later.” The automated voice on the other end of the line said.
Scarlett leaned on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the front door opened, and a group of people in suits walked in. The lobby manager, who had refused Scarlett’s request, immediately walked up to the door and greeted the boss in front with a professional, bright smile.
“Francis Sandler!” Scarlett recognized the man in front, and her eyes
As Chuck and last night’s Latina kissed goodbye right outside the door of their room, Scarlett emerged from the corner."Where did you sleep last night?"“I slept with your uncle!”Chuck suspiciously looked at her, “Wait. What the fuck? Is Francis in Hong Kong? I didn’t know you two know each other… when did you even meet?”Scarlett pointed to her dress. “By the way, he bought me this. Does it look good on me?”Chuck’s face turned pale. “Did you really hook up with my uncle?”“No fucking way!” Scarlett snorted. “I met him in the lobby last night. There was no room left, so I just crashed int
Scarlett did not want to be in the limelight again, so she pulled her cap down hard, trying to hide her face.“A woman?”Someone pointed at Scarlett and laughed. With her hands in the pockets of her coat, Scarlett leaned against the car. Her legs looked straight and slender in her tight black trousers. She played with a lighter in her hand and did not say a word.Old Jim did not bother to talk to him either. “Cut the bullshit and heat the fucking engine! No one gonna be able to escape if the fucking cops come.”Scarlett opened the door and sat inside the car. Compared to Chuck’s sports car, she was more familiar with this car. The bulky man next to her car waved to her and gestured to her to roll the window down. Scarlett sneered and turned
Scarlett fell asleep against the wall after an hour of hopeless waiting before a police officer came in and informed her that she could leave. She walked out with her sleepy eyes to find that the man shaking hands with the head office was none other than Francis Sandler.Why did she have to let this man witness every single embarrassing moment in her life? Scarlett thought desperately.“Sorry to cause you trouble, Sir. Forgive the naughty girl.” Francis said to the officer politely.“The fault is mine, Mr. Sandler. We had no idea that Miss Morris is your niece…”Francis’s eyes had settled on Scarlett as soon as she walked out from the detention room. Scarlett shivered at the sight of Francis. She was wondering if sleeping at the polic
This year’s conference was a bit different from the previous ones. Usually, the scholarships were awarded only to postgraduate and doctoral students. But this year, four undergraduates, including Scarlet, had the honor of receiving scholarships too. As they were introduced to the audience by the master of ceremonies, the promotional video featuring all four of them played on a large screen behind.At the end of the video, the provost stood up and walked up to the stage. A silver-haired old man, he rarely made speeches in front of the whole school. After adjusting the microphone, he started his speech.“University of Irving is a highly inclusive, international university. We respect freedom of speech, and on our campus, we encourage healthy dialogue amongst parties who hold differing views on important matters facing our world today. We don’t,
“I was thinking… if they still have vacancies for waitresses at this restaurant, I want to apply for the job... The salary here seems like it would be quite high!”“What are you going to write on your résumé about your special skills and areas of expertise? Car racing? Smoking? Skipping school?”“I also got the Sandler Scholarship and the recommendation letter. Isn’t that good enough? Anyway, car racing is a cool skill.”“So you’re proud of it?” Francis put down his fork and was beginning to get angry. Scarlett immediately lowered her head to drink soup.“No racing from now on!” All of a sudden, Francis commanded her.Scarlett swallow
She had been surprised when John had presented her with the heels, but now it all made sense. After all, it was a wise choice. The low-key nude color and the suitable-length heel made it perfect for the office.“I really like these shoes, and they’re perfectly suitable for work too. Thanks so much!”Scarlett held the shoes in her arms. She was actually so moved by John’s gesture that she almost wanted to cry.“Good luck, Scarlett,” John said and then left for class.As a genuine straight-A student, Scarlett had already completed all the requirements for the Russian major. Not only that, but she had also completed all the required courses. She only needed to take a few more electives, and she would be ready to graduate. With that in min
Scarlett didn’t notice that it was already lunchtime and most of the staff had already left. Leah came over and tapped her table,“Let’s go for lunch! I’m hungry.”Scarlett was still immersed in the magazine; she was now gazing at a new Givenchy bag.“Where?”Leah pulled her up and said,“The office canteen. Come on, hurry up!”When they arrived at the canteen, Scarlett was surprised to see how grand it was. There was also a vast array of different kinds of foods worldwide: Chinese noodles and dumplings, Japanese sushi and ramen, Vietnamese pho, Mexican tacos, Spanish baked seafood with rice, German pork sausages… and th
“Make a good impression on them. It will surely be helpful for your job in the future!” She continued.Scarlett held her head high and flipped her hair. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I'm very good at that!”They soon arrived at the 68th floor, the center of power. High heels stepped on the soft carpet, and people coming and going looked both serious and proud. Scarlett was quite comfortable with life at the very bottom of society and suddenly felt a sense of inferiority here. After all, she was like a fish: she was flexible and could rapidly adapt to all kinds of water conditions.A tall woman in a gray suit stood in front of them, flipped through the folders, and said,“Send these to the reference center, please.”