Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 522 Is It Really You?

"Of course I don't mind," Emmeline said. "Whatever salary Mr. Ryker thinks is fair is fine with me."

"I can't shortchange you, though," Abel chuckled. "Otherwise, when your parents ask, they'll say I'm bullying a child."

"My parents couldn't care less about me," Emmeline shrugged.

"Alright then, how about one hundred thousand a month?" Abel suggested. "If that's not enough, I can always add more."

"One hundred thousand?" Emmeline fluttered her dark lashes. "That's way too much, Mr. Ryker. Even a few thousand a month would be amazing for an intern like me."

"That's settled then," Abel said firmly.

He couldn't afford to skimp, not with the risk of Benjamin finding out and mocking him for it.

The secretary walked in with a stack of papers waiting for Abel's signature. He picked up the pen and began to review them one by one.

If it wasn't suitable, he denied it. If it was, he signed it without hesitation. For those that were somewhere in between, he called the other party to discuss and come up with a better solution.

After an hour or two of this, Emmeline was feeling overwhelmed just watching him. She couldn't help but silently thank her lucky stars that Adelmar had Benjamin to manage things. Otherwise, she might have died trying to keep up with everything.

Bored out of her mind, Emmeline decided to take a walk outside.

"Mr. Ryker, my eyes are getting blurry. I need some fresh air," she said.

"Hmm," Abel's gaze was still fixed on the documents in his hands. "Just walk around the floor, don't go anywhere else."

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