Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 747:

“You’re welcome.”

The next day, Rachel chose a formal outfit—the classic white blouse and pencil skirt. It was the quintessential office uniform, but with her looks and figure, even the most mundane outfit seemed to bear a unique charm.

Rachel clocked off work on time and went on her way out of the building. She was walking down the stairs when she ran into Brenda’s assistant. They exchanged a few words.

When the assistant returned to the office, she immediately went over to Brenda. “Rachel has a meeting with Mr. Clifford at seven tonight. She’s already on her way there.”

Brenda paused, her pen hovering mid-air. It was seven o’clock already! She pondered for a couple of minutes but said nothing.

The assistant noted her expression and began cautiously, “We are all aware of Mr. Clifford’s reputation. Should we warn Rachel? After all, she is meeting with him on behalf of the company.”noveldrama

Brenda’s head jerked up, her gaze cold and sharp.

The assistant drew back in fright, then retreated to her desk without another word.

Meanwhile, Rachel arrived at the restaurant half an hour early, only to be informed by the server that Kern was already waiting for her. “This way, Miss Marsh. I’ll take you to Mr. Clifford’s private room.”

𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝒄𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝑒: 𝗀𝒶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

The waiter pushed through the door to the private room. Rachel was immediately greeted by a medley of aromas from the various dishes laid out on the table.

“Hello, Mr. Clifford. My name is Rachel Marsh, and I’m the jewelry designer for this project. I’m very grateful for this opportunity.”

Kern stood up, his round belly protruding, and extended his hand.

“Please have a seat. Let’s talk while we eat.”

“Thank you!”

Rachel’s eyes widened slightly when she took a closer look at the table. Many of these dishes were her favorites. It seemed like she shared the same tastes as him.

Rachel took a bite of the food and used it as the starting point to engage Kern in conversation.

It wasn’t just the two of them in the room; Kern’s assistant was present as well.

Halfway through the meal, however, the assistant interrupted them to say that she had to attend to something urgent. Eventually, Kern and Rachel were left alone.

By then, they had exhausted every possible food-related topic, so Rachel took the opportunity to present her drafts.

“Mr. Clifford, this is my portfolio for my project. I would appreciate it if you could take a look at my design concepts.”

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