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.

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 drove forward. She raised

realized Ava had also 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

days ago. | forgot to give them to you. | only brought two this time 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 a person often on business trips, Stella would bring the children souvenirs occasionally. A few days ago, she bought two items suitable for Ava's children

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

the message, Stella put her phone in the central control and muttered to herself, "If | were a man, | would also fall in love with such a cute girl. No wonder Frank treats Ava like a little princess.” It was a little congested after work. Fifty minutes later, Stella

her high heels at the door. She took her slippers, stepped in, and

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,

not saying a word, "Mr. Yamin, do you approve your employee's request?” At home, Charlie was a chairman in name only. He didn't have the final say. When he heard his wife's words, his hand, which was holding the fork, paused. Then, he picked up the food on 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

suddenly think of running in the morning? The maid said that you've been running for two days. Are you suffering from osteoporosis or rheumatism?" Chris wanted to cover his sister's head with the plate if allowed. He had already stopped talking. It seemed that he could not eat at

son to run in the winter. He pricked up his

not know the reason, said lightly. He could not be bothered

crazy? Why do you exercise in such cold weather? Why

know how to freeload."

the ready-made working out ground that he didn't need to pay. Stella had the urge to give his brother a

Natalie about this

first. She reprimanded her talkative daughter, "You talk too much. So what if your brother wants

is quite good. Chris, you can do it. I'll support you mentally, but not in actions.