When they arrived at the president’s office, the receptionist knocked on the door before leaving.
“Come in.” A deep voice rang in her ear.
I wonder if Xavier has learned broadcasting before. Otherwise, why does he sound so professional in his pronunciation? His speech is so pleasing to the ears.
At that moment, Xavier was leaning against his chair, reading a document with his head lowered. His expression was indifferent, but his lofty presence exuded a noble aura.
Even as Hannah observed Xavier, the conscientious man did not notice her arrival.
Hannah sighed. Right now, he looks totally different from the fun-loving and frivolous side of him that I’ve seen. I shouldn’t have judged a book by its cover.
She coughed lightly to inform him of her presence. “Mr. Jackson, I’m here to deliver the magazine. Please have a look and see if you’re happy with the outcome. Thereafter, I’ll notify our company, and the article will be published this evening.”
Xavier lifted his head. When he realized it was Hannah, his face beamed with joy. “I’m sorry. I was busy working and didn’t know that you’re already here.”
“It’s all right,” Hannah replied politely. She then handed over the article to him. “Please take a look, Mr. Jackson.”
Xavier pretended to be upset and snapped at her, “Aren’t we friends? Why do you still address me as Mr. Jackson? Did you regret befriending me?”
Hannah found it strange when he became furious all of a sudden. However, she felt relieved as soon as he explained why. “Oh, of course not. I’m just too used to addressing you formally, that’s why.”
With a grin, Xavier took the document from her and said casually, “It’s my honor to have such an attractive and interesting lady like you as my friend.”
After studying the document, Xavier nodded and acknowledged Hannah’s good work. Her writing was very fluent, with all the key points clearly and coherently elaborated.
“You wrote this article?”
Furrowing her brows, Hannah looked at Xavier in astonishment. Is there something wrong? It doesn’t make sense. I’ve edited it umpteen times, and Mr. Dijon checked it too. How could there be a problem?
“Yes. Why? Is there anything you’re not satisfied with? Feel free to let me know, and I’ll make amendments.”
“No. I was surprised to see such skillful writing on a piece of interview. You are meant to do greater things. It makes me want to steal talent from your boss,” Xavier affirmed Hannah’s capability.
Hannah was overjoyed to be showered with praises.
“Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Jackson. I did my best. I’m sure there’s still room for improvement.”
“You’re very humble. By the way, how’s the tea I sent you the last time? Was it good? I have more if you like it.”
She felt embarrassed to talk about the tea because she only managed to make a cup for Heather before Fabian discarded the rest.
“Oh, it’s fine. I haven’t finished it. There is still a lot left,” she said sheepishly while avoiding his gaze.
He simply thought that she was just being shy without dwelling on the matter.
“Oh, okay, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver it to your company next time.”
Before Hannah could say anything, Xavier continued, “Thanks for making a trip here. Let me treat you to a good meal.”
With that, he rose to his feet, grabbed his jacket, and was ready to stride across the room.
However, Hannah declined, “Thanks but no thanks. I’m not used to eating at high-class restaurants.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Who said we’re heading to a high-class restaurant?”
“Huh? Then where are we going?” she asked.
“You’ll know when we get there.” He deliberately kept her in suspense.
