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Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 798

Chapter 798 The Laughing Stock of the Company

 

Toby ignored him and rapped his knuckles against the top of the front desk.

 

The receptionist at the front desk was in her seat with her head low as she jotted something down into her files, and she didn’t notice that there was someone at the counter at all until she heard the knock. She put her pen aside and looked up, only to see that the person in front of her was none other than the big man himself.

She jumped in her seat and stammered, “P-President Fuller!”

Toby frowned, but he didn’t look like he planned on giving her a hard time. He knew his presence was a terrifying one to entry-level employees, so he wasn’t surprised to see how intimidated the receptionist was. In fact, he was already used to being greeted with such fear and respect.

 

“Did anyone from Paradigm Co. come by?” he asked after withdrawing his hand from the countertop.

The receptionist blinked at him and repeated inquisitively, “Paradigm Co.?”

Toby hummed in response, and behind him, Tom immediately realized what was going on.

 

Oh, so that’s why he wanted me to park the car outside all of a sudden. He’s breaking old habits for Sonia, Tom thought wryly. Then again, I should have known. Sonia is the only person who can make Toby give up his old habits and principles.

“No, President Fuller,” the receptionist replied dutifully.

Toby pursed his lips. Looks like the person in charge of delivering the soup isn’t here yet.

 

Upon seeing Toby’s lowered gaze, Tom cleared his throat and took the initiative to ask, “President Fuller, did Miss Reed ask someone to drop something off for you?”

Toby nodded slightly in affirmation.

Tom chuckled. He then adjusted his glasses and said, “In that case, why don’t you go up to your office first and I’ll stay here to look out for the delivery guy? I’ll bring whatever it is up to you later.”

He cast a sidelong glance at Tom, and it looked as though he was telling him to stay out of his business. “That won’t be necessary,” he said curtly. “I will personally sign off on anything she delivers to me, so don’t be bothered by this.”

At the sight of this, the corner of Tom’s lips twitched with the urge to snap back at him. Excuse me? Why do you think I’m offering my services? It’s all because of you, you jerk! After all, no assistant would want to see their own boss waiting for a delivery at the front desk like some hapless fool. It was only right for him to make the offer because it was well within his job scope as an assistant.

And yet, instead of complimenting me on being a good employee for offering to help, this guy decides to take it the wrong way and implicitly accuse me of wanting to take his special stuff! The audacity of him! Who cares if you’re in love, President Fuller? It’s not a big deal.

At that moment, Tom vowed to himself that he would and he must find a girlfriend soon. If he has to deal with Toby and Sonia’s sickening lovey-dovey moments any longer, he might go insane.

Although he was cursing in his head, the poor assistant maintained a professional smile that perfectly concealed his disgruntlement.

Meanwhile, Toby was not one to guess Tom’s thoughts. He sat down on the chair the receptionist had pulled up for him and crossed his legs leisurely while waiting for the delivery guy to show up.

 

It took about an hour to get to Fuller Group from Paradigm Co., and he had taken the same amount of time just to get back from the factory. If his estimation was correct, the delivery guy would arrive anytime soon.

At the thought of this, Toby raised his arm and glanced at the time. Then, he tapped his fingers absentmindedly against the tops of his knees. His eyes were fixed on the main entrance of the company building, and there was no hiding the anticipation that glittered in his obsidian orbs.

 

Now that he was determined to stay and wait at the front desk, Tom couldn’t very well leave him alone. As such, he pulled up a seat behind Toby and sat down to wait with him.

Presently, Tom was oblivious to the fact that he and Toby were now the biggest joke among their subordinates, but he could feel the shift in their expressions when they walked past the lobby. They had gone from looking shocked, to cautious, to wary, and eventually to amused. At some point, they looked like they were shaking with the effort to keep themselves from laughing.

Oh, I know exactly what they want to laugh about! They probably think it’s hilarious to see me and President Fuller sitting here!

In all fairness, it was quite the absurd sight for two important corporate figures to be manning the front desk in the lobby when they should be in the expansive and opulent confines of the president’s office and sitting in fine armchairs.

Here, they were warming up old plastic chairs that had been occupied by an indefinite number of people before them, allowing themselves to be in full view of the employees who walked in and out of the lobby.

In fact, they should be handling all kinds of documents for multi-million business deals right now instead of sitting here and staring at the glass-door entrance like two mindless idiots.

Whatever the case might be, Tom and Toby had officially humiliated themselves today.

Tom had never been so embarrassed before. He decidedly kept his head down and clapped a hand over his features, hoping that might save his last shred of dignity.

This is all President Fuller’s fault!

Toby, on the other hand, was solemn as he glanced at his watch from time to time, which was the only other thing he did aside from staring at the entrance. He did not notice that he and Tom had become the laughing stock of the entire company at all.

However, Tom knew better than to point this out to the man. It was bad enough that he had to endure this shame, and he didn’t want to be snapped at in the process. My goodness… he found himself musing. He sighed in frustration. Well, as things are, I can’t do anything about us becoming the butt of the joke, so what else is there for me to do other than to keep this guy company while he continues to wait?

 

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