Lucian was feeling like he was about to lose his marbles chatting away. Any more of this yammering
and he was worried he’d kick the bucket right there.
Shifting gears, he said, “He’s been having a rough couple of days. I made sure he got some decent
grub, though he’s about half dead from all the fuss. Let’s just drop it, okay? Litchi didn’t want you in the
loop, so Remi, y dumb.”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Remington was already on his way out, leaving behind a frosty
one–liner, “Keep your nose out of my marriage!”
The next day.
When Cedric swung by bright and early to pick up Remington, he was surprised to find Remington
hadn’te down from upstairs yet.
Edith said, “Mr. Dashiell had breakfast and then went back up. You might as well wait for him there,
Cedric.”
Cedric felt it a bit weird. Workaholic Mr. Dashiell seemed off his game today. It got even weirder when
Cedric realized Remington wasn’t holed up in his study but was still in the dressing room picking out a
tie.
Oblivious to his own strangeness, Mr. Dashiell even turned around with two ties in hand and asked,
“Which one’s better?”
Cedric’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He couldn’t spot a difference between the two ties – both
had blue subtle patterns. On closer inspection, was the left one with slightlyrger checks?
“The left one?” Cedric hurriedly suggested, catching Remington’s impatient gaze.
Two minutester, Remington tied on the right one and walked past Cedric without a word.
On the way to thepany, however, Cedric could tell the boss was in a different mood. It wasn’t until
after an early morning meeting and hearing Remington’s instructions that Cedric got where this mood
wasing from.
“Go wait for Mrs. Dashiell at the café downstairs. If she’s realized her mistake, bring her up.”
So Mrs. Dashiell was buttering up the boss, huh? Cedric couldn’t help but chuckle, “Should I clear up
your schedule for lunch, maybe book a restaurant?”
Remington’s eyes were intently glued to the data charts on hisputer, “Just do what you need to to.”
Cedric stifled augh. No wonder the boss was fussing over a tie – he had a date with the missus
nned.
Cedric headed down to the café and there was Lizetta already waiting. But she wasn’t alone; there was
a middle–aged man with sses sitting by her side.
Cedric couldn’t quite figure out what was going on as he approached.
“Mrs. Dashiell, who is this?
Lizetta nced over Cedric’s shoulder, not seeing Remington, her expression hardly changing as she
pointed to the man next to her and started introducing him to Cedric.
Cedric’s smile slowly stiffened. Ten minutester, he was back in the boss‘ office.
As he walked in, Remington’s eyes were still on hisputer, he just asked, “Has she admitted her
mistake?”
He only heard one person’s footsteps but figured Lizetta wasgging behind. He was peeved enough
to
leave her by the roadsidest night; the woman ought to be doing some serious soul–searching
She’d been acting uptely, and even had the nerve to block him. Last night, she silently added him
back and asked to meet up, which meant she probably knew where she messed up.
As for why she didn’te straight up, probably too sheepish.
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“Mrs. Dashiell, she…
Cedric hemmed and hawed, and finally, Remingtor’s attention shifted from hisputer, he looked up.
His gazended on something in Cedric’s hand, “What’s that you’re holding?”
Cedric, nerves of steel, clenched his teeth andid the document in front of Remington, blurting out
quickly, “Boss, this is a new divorce settlement prepared by the Mrs Dashiell. She says she agrees to
the divorce terms you proposed before. She even brought awyer. Asked me to bring up the revised
settlement for your signature and then to take it back down.”
With just a few words, Cedric was sweating bullets.
The boss thought Mrs. Dashiell wasing to grovel. Turned out, she’d even got the divorcewyer all
lined up. Cedric felt secondhand embarrassment for his boss.