Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

It was almost time to get off work.

Stella had already changed and came to Leia's office door. She knocked a few times and only pushed open the door when the leader inside said she could enter.

she was taught by Leia to be a well-behaved person.

"Ms. March, aren't you getting off work?" Leia did not even raise her head. She was reading the document attentively. Then, she lowered her head and wrote something on the form. "Yes, you can get off work after completing today's mission." Almost everyone in the company had finished their work, and Leia was always the latest.

Speaking of which, it was strange. After coming to Yamin Group for so long, Stella had never seen Leia come to work, let alone get off work.

Stella, who had always adhered to the principle of getting off work on time, would not work overtime if she didn't have to. This was the opposite of Chris.

For Chris, doing other things was not as practical as performing surgeries and researching cases. Almost everything else was a waste of time and was unnecessary.

Chris once had said these words to Stella. At that time, Stella said, "Chris, don't you think that eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping are a waste of time? Why don't you study how people can do it without eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping? If you succeed in your research, you will create something in the path of medicine that has never been done before or since. Good luck. I believe in you." Chris retorted like this back then, "What | want to accomplish now is figure out how to replace your brain." Stella glanced at Leia, who was working with her head lowered. "Then ['ll leave first. Bye-bye, Ms. March.” "Yeah." Just as Stella placed a hand on the glass door, Leia's voice came from behind her. "Oh, right. Recruit three salespeople.

And you're their leader." Hearing this, Stella turned around and pointed at her face with her index finger, thinking she had misheard. "Me?" Hearing her loud voice, Leia looked up and met her gaze. She asked, "Or what? Me?" Realizing that the leader, the person her sister sent to deal with her, was not joking, she quickly changed her tone. "Me, it must be me. It has to be me. You've arranged it very well." Leia held back her laughter and said calmly, "Go out." "Alright, goodbye. Ms. March, take care." Stella closed the door obsequiously.

When she walked out of the door, she bumped into Mona, who had just entered. She greeted her warmly, "Hi, hello. Mona, why aren't you off work yet? Are you working overtime, too?" Mona was wearing a black suit. Her lips curved slightly. "Yes, I'l tell Ms. March. Ms..." Before she could say the word "Yamin," she was stopped by the carefree Stella. "Call me Stella. Why do you keep calling me Ms. Yamin? It sounds like we're not close enough.” Mona was speechless.

Stella looked around and covered one side of her face with one hand. She quietly lowered her voice and asked, "Mona, where exactly does Ms. March live?" Mona replied extremely seriously, "I don't know. I've never been to Ms. March's house." Stella didn't believe it. "You're spouting nonsense. I'm not telling anyone. Why are you acting like a spy in a spy movie?" 'Is there a need to be so secretive? Even if she is the imperial envoy, she won't be murdered if she lets others know where she lives," Stella thought.

got into the car downstairs, Stella opened the door and got in. She saw a gift box in the back seat and raised her hand to knock her head. "Damn, | forgot the gift for Ava. What a memory." After saying that, she took out the shiny phone decorated by herself from her bag and took out Ava's business card. She started the car with one hand and sent a voice message with the other. "Ava, calling Ava. Are you there?" After sending the message, the car was already running normally. Stella held the steering wheel with one hand. The car slowly

replied with a voice message. Her soft voice echoed in the car. "I'm here. You just got off work at this time, right? Is it convenient for you to listen if | send you a voice message?" "It

because time is limited. You can't tell them. I'll make it up to them next time | go on a business trip." After becoming

get it?" Stella held the phone and said into the microphone at the bottom of the phone, "No need. I'll send it over to you. Are you at home tomorrow?" "Yes, yes. Just come." Stella looked ahead. "Alright, I'll send it to you tomorrow afternoon. | want to have some beauty sleep in the morning.”

a little princess.” It was a little congested after work. Fifty minutes later, Stella arrived at the Yamin family. She turned

pushed open the villa gate and casually threw her high heels at the door.

quickly went to the sink to wash her hands and squeezed some hand sanitizer into her hands. She complained, "Didn't you wait for me? Am | still your family? | work so hard." Angie said, "Didn't you get the salary? Your current salary is twice that of your current salary at the Wilson Group. What? Do you want to increase your salary?" After washing her hands, Stella shook her hands and wiped them with a tissue. She grinned and said, "If Dad agrees, | have no objections. The more, the better.” Chris only ate quietly. He had as little presence

his plate with his fork and prepared to eat it. "You can decide on the financial side." Chris thought to himself, "What a good answer. | have to learn." Angie was quite satisfied with her husband's answer, but she was also humble. She held a white porcelain bow and said, "Since your father has given me the right, I'l tell you. It depends on how you perform." Charlie cursed in his heart, It's not that | have given you the right. If | didn't say that, | will have to run with my son tomorrow morning." "Did | not perform well? Mr. Yamin, did | not perform well in the company? I'm more or less good. If you don't believe me, ask Dad to ask Ms. March. My performance is good. Ms. March

that you've been running for two days. Are you

his wife wanted his son to run in the winter. He pricked up his ears and did

know the reason, said lightly. He could not be

such cold weather? Why don't you go

how to

that he didn't need to pay. Stella had the

Natalie about

was indeed unbelievable. However, some people liked to run outdoors, so she had to let his son exercise first. She reprimanded her talkative daughter, "You talk too much. So what if your brother wants to run? If not, you can accompany your brother tomorrow.” Angie only wanted her daughter to shut up. She knew very well

a surrendering gesture. "| was wrong. Exercising is quite good. Chris, you can do it. I'll support you mentally,