Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 418

Doris chuckled suddenly, "You missed the most important one."

The female employee asked with curiosity, "Which is...?"

Doris answered instantly, "Which is that Mr. Hopper is so handsome! Have you ever seen a president more handsome than Mr. Hopper? As a face-judger, even without the above benefits, I would absolutely stay here!"

"So do I..." When it came to Patrick's extraordinary, charming face, all the female employees couldn't sit still any longer.

Employee A commented, "It would be excellent if I could take Mr. Hopper home for Christmas. My parents are urging me to get a boyfriend..."

Employee B answered, "All right, stop dreaming. Mr. Hopper would never go home with you. But you can invite him to our karaoke night before you go home and take a picture with him. Then you can go home and tell your parents a white lie."

This proposal was quickly approved by two-thirds of the employees, and the remaining one-third were all males, who hoped they could say no for the fact that

Patrick would steal their moments once he came!

Some begun to plan. "So... how should we invite Mr. Hopper?"

Everyone went silent, then someone said hesitantly, "Er... Mr. Hopper seems to be quite chilly. He never cast a glance at us whenever we meet him. What's more, other departments may have the same idea as ours. How could he agree to our karaoke party?"

"It's not big a deal!" Doris suddenly hooked her arm around Amelia's neck and said proudly, "You have no idea how close Amelia and Mr. Hopper are!"

Was there really something going on between Manager Ramsay and Mr. Hopper?

Everyone stared at Doris with their eyes lit up, waiting for her to reveal something juicier.

"Doris!" Amelia gave a look at Doris, warning obvious in her eyes.

It occurred to Doris that she might have said something inappropriate. She corrected herself seriously, "Er! I mean, the success of our new products had much to do with Amelia. If Amelia invites him, Mr. Hopper is very likely to come."

Her coworkers' intense, thirty stares made Amelia's toes curl. With no other choice, she nodded and said, "Well, I'll have a try then."

In the president's office.

Seeing Amelia, the secretary rose from her chair and said, "Manager Ramsay, you... you're here?"

Noting the uneasy look on the secretary's face, Amelia asked, "What's the matter?"

"Er, nothing." The secretary touched her nose and took a glance at Patrick's office before she whispered to Amelia, "Manager Ramsay, if you're here to invite Mr. Hopper to your department's party, you'd better prepare yourself before going in."

Amelia was surprised. "There are a lot of people inside?"

The secretary nodded solemnly and said, "Female managers!"

Amelia had an impulse to turn around and leave.

But at the thought that she was shouldering the Christmas wish of Doris and others, she finally cheered herself up, pushed the door open, and walked in heroically under the secretary's gaze.

As soon as she entered the office, she was forced two steps back by a flying shoe before she could locate Patrick.

Rubbing her forehead, which was almost smashed, Amelia looked around the chaos in the room with widened eyes. Except for the managers who were red from arguments, she couldn't replace Patrick at all.

The manager of the personnel department roared with both hands on her waist, "Didn't we reach an agreement? Every department takes turns. It is our department's turn to invite Mr. Hopper to our end-of-year party this time. How can you go back on your words!"

Managers in other departments gave the finger. "Although we did invite 'Mr. Hopper' a few years ago, that 'Mr. Hopper' was not this 'Mr. Hopper'. No matter how handsome the previous two 'Mr. Hopper's' are, they are old and are no match for this young, attractive 'Mr. Hopper'!"

Amelia watched as they quarrel. When they failed to persuade others, they took off everything they could to hit others.

She was standing at the door. Followed by a pair of shoes, she had lipstick, a mirror, and something else at her feet. The secretary was right. She should prepare herself before coming in!

Suddenly, Amelia's back was hit. She thought someone was targeting her, but when she looked over her shoulder, she exclaimed in surprise, "Patrick!"

Her voice immediately silenced the messy office. Those who were in the middle of keen wrestling soon let go of others, lowered their heads, and started to smooth their hair. "What's wrong with you?" Patrick asked coldly with a frown.

All he had done was going out for a while. And when he came back, his tidy, bright office become crap.

The managers looked at each other, putting off the invitation on their lips when noting Patrick's cold eyes.

Patrick turned his gaze to Amelia and said with a poker face, "You answer me."

Amelia pursed her lips and said, "Well, the Christmas holiday is only a few days away. While everyone is still in Northville, all the departments plan to go out and have fun." "Mr. Hopper, as our leader, you've been leading us to get rich this year. Everyone is very grateful to you and wants to invite you to have fun with them."

"But there's only one 'Mr. Hopper' for so many departments. Which department would you like to choose?"

Now, no matter which one Patrick chose, he would hurt the feelings of the others.

Just as Amelia was worrying about him, he said lightly, "Let's draw lots then."

"What?" Wasn't it too hasty to decide by drawing lots which department their mighty president was going for the rest of 29 years?

"This is the fairest way." After that, Patrick went straight to the desk, tore off 20 sheets of paper one by one, and marked one of them...

Then he crumpled the paper into balls, threw them into a pen holder, and shook it. Then he put it in front of the dumbfounded managers and ordered, "Take one."

The group came to their senses and rushed over, leaving Amelia speechless behind.

"Gosh! Are they scrambling for a seat in a bus or some discount? Seriously?" thought Amelia.

When it was Amelia's turn, there was only one paper ball left in the holder.

Under Patrick's indifferent gaze, Amelia pushed her fingers into the pen holder. But before she took out the paper, she heard a scream from the group, "Ah! I got it!" Others were so jealous!

"Tsk, so the PR got it..."

"Now even drawing lots depends on whether you're good-looking?"

At that, Amelia quietly let go of the paper, leaving it to fall back into the holder.