Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 393

Patrick was upset to see Amelia dressed up in jewels today, different from her usual looks. "You're going to meet a man?"

"Uh-huh," Amelia said unconcernedly before she continued with her ornaments.

The next second, she seemed to see a flash in front of her, and something was gone as Patrick lift his hand.

She touched her slightly stinging earlobe, only to replace that the earring on her left ear had disappeared!

"Patrick!" Without any doubt, Amelia knew it was the man behind her. She spread her hand, trying to hold back her anger, and urged, "Stop making fun of me. Give me the earring, lamina hurry to discuss the cooperation."

"Is that necessary? Roxxon can give you as many commercials as you want!" Patrick said domineeringly. Deep down, he did not want her to show up in public.

Amelia said with a half-smile, "Although I am very tempted, no, in case you will say that I got the commercials only because you were doing charity out of pity for me. If so, don't I owe you again?" Patrick's face darkened. After a while, she heard him say, "Whatever."

With that, he went out with her earring in his hand.

In this regard, Amelia could only replace it with another relatively ordinary pair from the dresser.

At the Crown Jewelry Company.

"Miss Ramsay, please have a seat."

Mr. Cosmo, the CEO of the jewelry company, was in his late 40s and had made his fortune selling tobacco as a young man.

It was said that he had a good relationship with the local government, so at least Amelia didn't have to worry about the company suddenly going out of business while working with him.

"Mr. Cosmo." Amelia shook hands with him out of courtesy and found Mr. Cosmo said as he looked at her hand with regret, "Miss Ramsay, I noticed your beautiful hands when I was watching the commercial of your products." After a sigh, "What a pity..."

Amelia looked puzzled. Since Mr. Cosmo liked her hands and had planned to hire her, why would he say it was a pity?

It didn't take long for Amelia to realize how strange this was.

"What? How much are you offering?" When she heard the commission offered by Mr. Cosmo, her beautiful face twisted.

"99," said Mr. Cosmo.

Amelia was silent. Her expression seemed to say, "I must be not of sound mind and mishearing."

"Miss Ramsay, you didn't get it wrong. It's 99." Mr. Cosmo repeated.

Amelia managed finally, "Every hour?"

Mr. Cosmo shook his head slowly. "Every day."

Amelia wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Wait!" She remembered that Mr. Cosmo was very generous on the phone. Even if she couldn't earn tens of thousands a day, she should at least have a couple of thousands, shouldn't she?

Could it be... Suddenly, she was reminded of the man who always acted against her and suppressed her with his power-Patrick!

It must be him who had changed Mr. Cosmo's mind!

Once again, Amelia was impressed by Patrick's influence. What a pity that he had been using it on her all the time!

Needless to say, other companies in Northville must have received instructions from Patrick to send her away at a very low price.

With a sigh, Amelia wanted to give up. But on second thought, she asked Mr. Cosmo with sharp eyes, "Mr. Cosmo, I remember that generally, salespersons in jewelry companies do have commissions if they do a good job, don't they?"

Mr. Cosmo nodded. "Yes. A commission based on the transaction value is an incentive for our employees."

Amelia formed a faint smile. "Oh? Okay, I'll take the job."

"Well, since you decide to leave, I won't force you to stay..." Ready to see Amelia off, Mr. Cosmo choked up the next second.

He looked up at Amelia in disbelief. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Well, I'm very glad to cooperate with you. So... 99 a day, that's 400 a month. I'm easily satisfied."

Amelia hid the calculations in her eyes with a smile and asked, "Mr. Cosmo, is your contract ready?"

"Well, not yet." Mr. Cosmo touched his nose in embarrassment. In fact, he didn't prepare a contract at all because he didn't think Amelia would accept the price he offered.

After making sure that Amelia would not go back on her word, Mr. Cosmo asked his secretary to make a contract immediately. During which, he hesitantly said to Amelia, "Miss Ramsay, you seem to have offended someone you should not."

"It doesn't matter. I'm used to it." Amelia said with a light smile.

After reading the terms of the contract several times, Amelia was relieved to sign her name. Then she put down the pen, sat up, and said gracefully, "Mr. Cosmo, what time shall I come to work tomorrow?" Mr. Cosmo thought for a moment and said, "About eight o'clock. We need to exfoliate your hands, get you a manicure, and apply hand cream or something."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then, Mr. Cosmo."

"See you tomorrow. Be careful on your way back, Miss Ramsay."

After Amelia left the office, the secretary came over and asked, "Mr. Cosmo, didn't you say that Mr. Patrick just sent you an email to ask you to send her away at a low price?"

Mr. Cosmo said helplessly, "What could I do? I promised that I would hire her as long as she agreed with the offer of 99 a day. Even so, she was willing to accept it. Do you expect me to eat my word at the last minute and humiliate myself?"

As for Amelia, she was driving to the PG Dairy.

Their contract was also related to commercials. But forced by Patrick, they offered a terribly low price!

The pay was one-off and without commission, unlike the jewelry company. Amelia did not have to work at such a low price, so she refused the offer.

She didn't understand why Patrick made things difficult for her. He was the one who claimed that she owed him a lot, and he was also the one who prevented her from getting a part-time job. What on earth did he want?

Was it fun to play tricks on her? It hurt her feelings!

Just as she walked out of the PG Dairy sullenly, her cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Amelia quickly picked it up. "Hello."

"Are you Miss Ramsay? I'm a marketing consultant with the Scarlet Clothing Company. My name is Tiffany Wales. You just called me yesterday."

Hearing her voice, Amelia was not in a hurry to leave. She went to a quiet place to talk, "Well, I remember. What's the matter?"

No longer as cold as she had been yesterday, Tiffany said somewhat hastily, "Here's the thing. Our model for fashion magazines had appendicitis suddenly and couldn't come for shooting tomorrow. Miss Ramsay, would you come over tomorrow to take her place?"

"Me?" With her eyes widened slightly, Amelia found it too good to be true.