Summer was amused, but she held back her laughter. "Did I teach you to use it like that?"
Then Charlotte became more righteous. " Then when should I use it? You've made me write it so many times. What's the point?"
Summer made a deliberate cough slightly. She found herself unable to refute the little girl. She felt that the little girl had a point there.
Jazz couldn't help but laugh out loud." Charlotte got that from you."
Charlotte was indeed a mischievous girl, and Jazz adored her very much.
Summer helplessly held her hand at her forehead.
Jazz got up, casually straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm done. I'm going to the office."
Summer nodded her head. Glancing at the soup in front of him, she noticed that he hadn't had much. 'Why was he acting so strange today, having barely had anything at breakfast?'
Indeed, she could tell from his expression that something was strange with him. Jazz was weird today. Was he hiding something from them?
When Jazz arrived at the office, it was only time to start work. Jazz nodded slightly at the employees' greetings. He got into his office and sat down in his leather chair.
There were a lot of papers on his desk. Jazz picked up his pen, but he couldn't concentrate on the papers.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and went downstairs to the security department.
He was the president of the company. It was rare for him to come to the security department. Today, his sudden appearance startled the staff there. They were quite respectful and humble toward Jazz. And they were panicking. Why did the president suddenly come over? Was something wrong here?
Just as everyone was wondering, Jazz asked, "Where's Essa?"
'Essa, who was that?'
Then the manager stepped forward and reported, "Mr. Valentine, Ms. Reese came to work this morning, but it looked like she had some kind of emergency. She asked for a day off and left earlier."
'She asked for a day off?'
Jazz's eyes darkened, "I see. Go back to your work."
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