True Love Waits

Chapter 709 The Promotion

"Whoa! Listen to you! Your wife doesn't take her job seriously and now you're making it my fault and threatening to fire me? Who do you think you are? My boss? The president of our company? Well, fine! Fire me, then. But do it quickly. Because if you don't, Blair will be cleaning out her desk tomorrow!" the manager retorted.

No one had ever talked back to Wesley like this. With a sneer he hung up and dialed another number.

"Yeah, it's me. I need a favor. There's a corporation called Sailboat Company. Get the translation department manager fired, and replace her with Blair Jing."

So by the time Blair's alarm went off and she opened her bleary eyes, she was now the translation department manager. She didn't even know.

The minute she turned on her phone, she found it was flooded with congratulatory messages.

If she was sleepy before, now she was wide awake. Round-eyed, she read each message. 'What's going on? Am I still sleeping? Is this a dream?' she thought to herself.

She stretched, yawned, and still felt sleepy. So she decided to get some more sleep. Then Wesley burst into her room, waking her up. "Time to get up. Lunch is ready."

Blair ignored him and grabbed her phone. Those congratulatory messages were still there, and there were more on top of that. So it wasn't a dream!

It was true! She sat up abruptly and looked at Wesley. "I just got promoted!"

"Congratulations!" he said calmly.

She was too shocked to notice anything unusual about his tone. He didn't seem excited or surprised at all. "Did Orion do this?" she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the messages. Wesley was disappointed. 'I did everything and Orion gets all the credit.'

He took a new outfit from the closet and said, "Eat first. Then I'll drop you off."

"What's for lunch?" asked Blair absent-mindedly.

"Rice."

"So who cooked?"

"I did."

her head in surprise. "You?"

on

meant," she explained hastily as she got off the bed. But her legs were too weak

she cried, falling to

Wesley was quick enough to catch

at her lip. "It's

debate with her. "Yeah, my bad." He planted a loving

shook a little, pushed him away and ran into the

all by himself. Four dishes and a soup. It looked

It was barely edible. Tough in the wrong areas, soft in others. The taste was a little

to put on some weight. A good gust of wind could blow

But she wasn't very hungry. She was full, but he was still ladling chicken soup for

to feed her and have her put on a few pounds. Now things had

only a third of the bowl.

was already too full, Blair still nodded. She knew that he was stubborn and didn't

leave. Wesley grabbed her arm and said, "Let me

get to the office. Something big happened. I have to go." She had never intended to be a department manager. The position involved too many people and too many headaches.

Blair got out and strode quickly towards the entrance of the building. But she could still feel Wesley's eyes on her. She slowed down

go ahead." Wesley still

didn't drive off till she walked into the

packed her things

newly fired manager was clearing her desk. Someone tipped her off as soon as Blair showed up. The former

were red, her mascara was running. She seemed to have been crying. The look she cast Blair was resentful. "When did you

board of directors had issued a company-wide announcement concerning her dismissal. She

was confused. 'My husband? Is she talking

one that laid claim to that title. 'So, was it