Harrison sent Roxanne a message that read, “Roxanne, are you at the office yet?”
Suddenly, he retracted the message and replaced it with, “Roxanne, did you safely arrive at the office?”
On second thought, if she replied later, it would mean she definitely arrived safely. If he added the word ‘safely,’ it would seem like he was overly worried about Roxanne.
Harrison quickly retracted the message again and rewrote it. “Are you at the office yet?”
Roxanne didn't reply.
She had actually arrived at the office quite early because it was a short commute from her place. It was less than ten minutes by electric bike.
But after she arrived, she took her scooter and went out to run errands, so she didn't see Harrison's message.
Several minutes passed, and Harrison didn't get a reply from her.
While sitting in his CEO office on the 89th floor of Rodriguez Group, he kept checking his phone.
She should have already arrived, so why hadn't she replied yet?
Harrison was worried about her safety while riding the scooter. But he dared not call her and could only wait.
As a result, the reports that he normally read in a few minutes were untouched, even after tens of minutes.
When Alexander came to get his approval and saw that he hadn't signed the documents, he was somewhat taken aback.
Seemed like Mr. Harrison was a bit out of sorts today.
"Mr. Harrison, these documents..." Alexander stared at him blankly.
He put down his phone and looked up, "I'll call you in when I'm done signing them. Go on ahead."
As Alexander watched him put down his phone, he noticed that just before the screen locked, the display seemed to be stuck on a WhatsApp chat screen.
But Alexander didn't get a good look.
Was he chatting with his wife?
Alexander didn't dare ask more, "Alright, Mr. Harrison, I'll leave then."
"Mmm."
Harrison began to frown. He was eager to confirm Roxanne’s safe arrival at the office, so he called her as soon as Alexander left.
Roxanne was waiting for the traffic light on her scooter.
Normally, she was so busy that she'd even take out her phone and make calls while waiting for the light or even while riding.
So she picked up the call.
Upon hearing the bustling traffic noise from the phone, Harrison’s frown deepened, "You're on the street?"
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the light. What's up?" Roxanne asked.
The busy traffic and honking made Harrison scrunch his eyebrows.
Wasn't it really unsafe to pick up calls on the road?
He didn't want her to be distracted by the call, so he decided not to talk to her much, "Call me back when you get to the office."
By the time Roxanne got to her destination, she had forgotten to call him back.
She was busy with some affairs at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.
Harrison, sitting in his CEO office on the 89th floor of Rodriguez Group, kept waiting for her call.
Half an hour passed.
Only when Roxanne finished her work did she remember to return his call.
"Harrison, did you need something this morning?"
"You just got to the office now?"
"No, I was at the Industry and Commerce Bureau handling some stuff. What did you need?"
"Nothing."
"If there's nothing, then why did you ask me to call you back?"
"Have you considered buying a car?"
"A car? Why would I need a car?"
"Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to go out for business if you had a car?"
What he meant was that driving would be safer than riding an electric bike.
He went on, "If you can't afford a car right now, you can get it on installment. I'll pay the loan."
He couldn't just tell her that he'd pay for the car outright because he was ‘bankrupt’ and broke.
Without a second thought, Roxanne responded, "The company has cars and drivers. I just find riding an electric bike more convenient because I don't have to worry about traffic, and it's not far. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now. I'm still busy."
Before she could hang up, he quickly said, "Be careful when you ride; don't go too fast, and watch the road."
"Got it. Thanks." Roxanne hung up in a hurry.
For a split second, she wondered.
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