Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 913 Unprofessional

Carol didn't take long outside before returning. She whispered, "Looks like the general manager hasn't arrived yet. I overheard the secretary calling him."

I was a bit dissatisfied. We had an appointment, and he hadn't even shown up yet. This was quite unprofessional.

Eleanor whispered again, "Word is, the factory just got a new owner, and the old one is sick."

"Quick, prepare the information on that Jaxford you mentioned! Get me a detailed report," I quietly instructed Eleanor. "We need to be prepared for anything."

"Got it."

After finishing a cup of coffee, the general manager's office door finally opened.

A young man in a tailored suit swaggered in. He arrogantly glanced at us and walked straight to his desk, plopping down in his chair.

He appeared drowsy and had a dull complexion. He had clearly pulled an all-nighter, as evidenced by his prominent panda eyes. He probably wasn't fully awake yet.

The secretary walked in, about to speak, when the manager interrupted, "In the future, have clients wait in the conference room, not in my office."

The secretary's face turned pale, and she stole a glance at me. Seeing that I remained composed, she quickly smiled and was about to speak again when the man gave another order. "Go make me a cup of coffee too. Freshly ground, and less sugar."

The secretary looked a bit troubled, glancing at me. Seeing that I didn't react, she forced a smile and said, "Ms. Chloe, please wait a moment."

Carol's face turned cold. I gave her a reassuring tap, smiling at the uneasy secretary.

"Sure."

The secretary reluctantly walked out. The man yawned, rubbed his face, and finally looked at us.

Casually, he asked, "Which company are you from?"

Smiling, I replied, "Tanum Corporation."

His eyes fixed on my face, and they lit up. He repeated, "Tanum?"

Leaning back in his chair, he slumped like a pile of mud.

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"Tanum. I'm not very familiar with the name. High-end doors, right?" He muttered to himself, "Not a large quantity, I presume?" "Maybe the demand will rise this year-"

He interrupted me, "Everyone says the same. Who doesn't brag about how good the business may be? I don't believe it."

He looked disdainful and gave me another glance, focusing on my face. "Are you the manager?"

Carol was about to speak, but I stopped her with a gesture. I smiled and said, "Yes, I'm the manager."

He became even more arrogant. "How many years have you been with Tanum?"

"Not long, just over a year," I modestly answered.

He glanced at me sideways and smirked. "No wonder I haven't seen you before. Have you considered changing companies?"

This comment angered Carol, but I signaled her to hold back. She had to swallow her words.

Just then, the secretary brought his

coffee.

He stirred it, took a sip, and

continued, "Are you here to sign a

contract for high-end doors?"

"Yes, we might need high-end products continuously in the future. The quantity—"

Before I could finish, his phone rang sharply, cutting me off.

He frowned impatiently and slumped back in his chair, seemingly lethargic. He reached into his suit pocket, pulled out his phone, and glanced at it irritably.

He sat up as if electrified, with a full smile as he answered the call.