Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 23
“Alright Jones, keep up with the good work. Perhaps the traffic will increase after lunch hour. Seize the opportunity to hand out the leaflets as quickly as you can. I agreed to hire you because I think your pretty appearance might attract clients. You must work hard. A great designer is useless if she can’t close deals.”

“I will.”

Catherine ended the call quietly.

Shaun stole a glimpse of her out of the corners of his eyes. The car was not spacious, thus he overheard the entire conversation with her boss. “You should work somewhere else.”

She twitched her lips into a bitter smile. “It doesn’t matter which company I work for. Everything will be difficult in the beginning.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel without commenting further.

Coincidentally, they drove past an unusual-looking building with a unique style. “What’s that place?” he asked casually.

“Melbourne Culture and Technology Center.” Something came into her mind out of the blue. “The construction has just recently been completed. Summit wanted to take on the design project but lost the opportunity to another company. Not long ago, I was thinking of taking on the design project myself but there’s no point even thinking about it now.”

“Why?”

bidding process. A small company like ours isn’t even qualified to join the

so, your company will not be able to

them. Back then, as I was certain that I would inherit the family business, I rejected the offers and returned to Summit. I dare say no

Unexpectedly, the thick-skinned woman was confident in herself

a chance to join

up in the seat, her eyes widening in surprise. Her jelly-like luscious

actually as capable

I’m confident I can win this.” She felt her brain bubbling with

“Shaunny, you’re the best…”

sometimes simply trying to bootlick him. However, this was the first time she sounded genuinely delighted. She did

catch a glimpse of the woman. Her bright round eyes twinkled above her sun-kissed cheeks. It was difficult

flew to undo the buttons

you really think so, then make me

all. I can cook anything you

cooking. Upon thinking of that particular dish she made before, he felt a pang of

saving his own dignity to make