The Runaway Groom

Chapter 300

Irene was not intimidated however, and asked nonchalantly, “Does this have anything to do with your insistence on staying?”

“I’m not your run-of-the-mill secretary in charge of answering calls, preparing for meetings, and other measly errands. I am always on standby, waiting for any instructions from Mr. Jefferson as well as planning his itinerary. I also have to keep a constant eye on any documents submitted by other departments and appraise them before getting Mr. Jefferson’s signature. Since I have many tasks, I would always have to prioritize, but what I do is primarily to pave the way for my boss. If Mr. Jefferson isn’t leaving the country, what would I even do there?”

Debbie’s words were prim and her message clear, and Irene patiently listened and waited until she was finished. “Oh, so you’re mainly worried you have nothing to do over there?”

“Yes, that would be the case if Mr. Jefferson isn’t there.”

Irene nodded and smiled. “What if I offered you a different position?”

Debbie’s face fell immediately.

“No, I can’t,” she promptly said without hesitation.

Irene was not surprised by her reaction, and kept smiling faintly. “Why not?”

“I’m used to this job-I’m worried of criticism if I fall short, and that I’d become a liability to Mr. Jefferson…

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” Irene simply said.

Debbie clenched her fingers. “Is that what Mr. Jefferson wants?”

“It’s what I want,” Irene admitted.

“He won’t agree to this.”

“He left this matter in my hands.”

Debbie was left speechless at that.

“So, will you be going?” Irene asked then.

Debbie lowered her head in thought.

If she left right now, she would keep her position.

If she insisted on staying, Irene might really make her switch jobs.

When that happens, she would not be able to see Isaac anywhere.

That being said, Franconia was their new base-their new battlefield-and Isaac would be heading there eventually anyway.

Holding back her grief and frustrations, she said, “Alright, I’ll go.”

Irene kept smiling. “Very well. I hope it will be soon, too-how about tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Debbie nodded.

Irene then checked the time. “Oh, it’s late now. I should be going.”

As Debbie escorted her out, Stan quickly came up to Irene, smiling awkwardly.

He had been very worried as he waited outside, afraid that things would get hostile.

Even Isaac himself had called to ask how things were going.

When he told Isaac that he was not in the room with them, however, Isaac snapped, “You’re useless! I had you follow Irene so that I could have an ear on what they’re saying… But you’re not even in the room?!” Meanwhile, when Irene and him finally got in his car, he asked, “So? How did it go? Was there a fight?”

Irene really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but simply snorted. “A fight? We’re civilized people here-or maybe you were wishing for that to happen?” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Of course not!” Stan quickly flashed an apologetic smile. “I was just worried you’d get hurt, since Mr. Jefferson wanted me to come with you so that I can protect you. I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if you really got hurt.”

“Really?” Irene was skeptical.

“Of course. Would I lie to you?” Stan replied. “Anyway, serious question: did Debbie say yes?”

“Yeah.” Irene said quietly-it was still a headache to have a woman like Debbie around Isaac.

It was not over even if Debbie agreed to head to Franconia-she would always lust after Isaac as long as she remained his secretary.