After answering one call after another, Georgie shifted her gaze back to Xyla again. Propping her hands on the desk, she fixed her eyes at Xyla and said, “As you can see, everything is going as planned now…”
“Oh yeah, President Xyla, how did the reporters dig up dirt on Shawn Gilbert’s father so soon? It had to do with Fifth Master, right?” Georgie asked.
Xyla smiled. “You’re right.”
“Fifth Master is the real hero.” Georgie looked like a proud mother. “Fortunately, Josh Batton’s popularity soared after everything that we’ve gone through. He has gained more than five million fans since the audio clips are exposed to the public, and the number of followers is still rising now…”
Xyla’s grin widened. “Very good. Notify everyone that I’ll treat them to lunch today. The leaders of each department are in charge of taking their staff for lunch. They can go anywhere they want. The bill is on me.”
She could not have won this battle without the employees’ cooperation and efforts. It was time for her to show her gratitude.
“Got it. They’ll be delighted to hear the news. By the way, take a look at Twitter when you have time. Many people apologized to you.”
“Yes, I saw it.” Xla shook her phone in front of Georgie before adding, “Alright then, I’ll leave you to it. Keep me in the loop.”
“Sorry Big Boss!!! Thank you Big Boss!!!”
Suddenly, a clamor from downstairs interrupted their conversation. The noises seemed to come from many loudspeakers at the same time.
Xyla and Georgie were both bewildered. They exchanged looks of confusion before walking together to the french window to take a look at the source of the noises.
Xyla’s office was at the top of the building. They could only vaguely see a bunch of people gathering at the entrance of the company.
The surging crowd was holding a long banner, but neither could read the words on it. The few people leading the crowd were each holding a loudspeaker, and they were constantly shouting in the direction of her office.
Xyla was stunned by their line-up.
“Aren’t Josh’s fans a little too crazy?” She did not even care about the previous comments scolding her and her company.
“Well, I think those are all his true fans. They must be regretful for scolding you in the first place,” Georgie explained.
“Go down and ask them to leave. Tell them I’ve accepted their apology, and I’m not angry with. them at all. Oh right, grab some drinks from the canteen on your way down and distribute to them…” Xyla said again.
“Okay.” With that, Georgie left her office.
On the other hand, Xyla returned to her desk and sank into the office chair, leaning lazily against the backrest while scrolling through Twitter and Instagram. She felt relieved reading those negative comments about Shawn Gilbert.
After taking a brief look at the comments, Xyla picked up her car keys, intending to go to Dragon Group right away and thank Stanley Batton personally. She quickly fixed her makeup. Then, she took the elevator to the basement parking in a low profile, and drove away through the back entrance.
Her sports car sped down the streets, and arrived at Dragon Group in no time.
Meanwhile in the Dragon Group President’s office, Stanley was sitting in front of his desk, writing an email in French. His bony and slender fingers swiftly danced across the keyboard, and the view of him was as elegant as a pianist performing on stage. He was wearing a black dress shirt and a pair of black pants. His fluffy slicked back hair was simple and neat, adding a tinge of coolness to his overall appearance.
He looked like an unreachable flower growing at the peak of the high mountain.
Knock knock knock…
Three consecutive knocks broke the silence in the room.
Stanley glanced at the door, indifferently before averting his gaze back to the laptop screen. “Come in…”
Soon, a beautiful woman dressed in a white blouse and a red high-waisted skirt walked into his office. She had the same wavy hair as Xyla. Moreover, she had tried to imitate Xyla’s makeup. She looked pretty much like Xyla at first glance.