I smiled faintly and looked up at him. I had been squatting for too long, and my legs were a little numb and my shoulders a little sore. I smiled and said, "This is my job. Didn't I tell you that there is no distinction between men and women in the workplace?"
Everyone laughed. Hendrix was bringing Ziglar around the base to view the construction work this afternoon. It seemed that he intended to let the Attwood family in on the profits for this project.
Rowane followed them, and from time to time, she would explain the engineering process of things as well. From the looks of it, the both of them did look good together!
Seeing that several people were coming towards my direction, I lowered my head and concentrated on my own work.
I had thought that they would leave after the tour, but Rowane suddenly said, "Master Attwood, you must be tired after such a long journey. There is a place to rest here. Let's go rest, and I'll cut you some pears!"
The old man seemed to be particularly fond of the fruit, especially freshly picked ones.
At hearing Rowane's words, the old man was happy to stay.
So Rowane helped Ziglar to the lounge, and Hendrix turned his gaze to me.
I didn't expect his request, "Miss Reid, please help us pick some fruits from behind the base."
I answered in protest, "I'm not very familiar with the road here!"
He raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "Mr. Milton said that you need to cooperate as much as possible with our work."
Whatever work he was referring to was irrelevant to what Mr Milton had assigned me to work on. But, if I didn't do it, it would imply that I wasn't cooperating with him.
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