FreeGoodNovelChapter 1308 In the last twenty years, Freya never thought just staying alive could be such a pain.
Barely six months out of the slammer, she was already fed up with the world's cold shoulder and fake warmth. Freya glanced at Peanut, and tears started streaming down her face.
She wiped her tears with her sleeve, then cleaned the oil stains off Peanut's mouth, muttering to herself, "Don't worry. I'll get you better, I promise." Peanut blinked, clueless, and went back to sucking his fingers.
Freya sighed, got up, and went back to sweeping the street.
It wasn't until they were out of sight that Walter turned his car around and drove off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe next morning, Quinn walked into the office and nearly jumped out of her skin. She checked her phone; it was eight in the morning.
Walter was in her chair, buried in a mountain of documents, typing away on the computer.
Quinn walked over, suspicious, and saw the screen filled with dense text.
The printer next to him was spitting out paper non-stop, with dozens of sheets already printed.
Still in a daze, Walter handed her the documents from the printer. "All the materials are here," he said.
Quinn took the documents, which were neatly annotated with file numbers and key points, just like her school notes.
"You didn't leave last night?" Quinn asked, surprised.
Walter leaned back in the chair, grinning. "Had nowhere to go. Considering how hard I've been working, Ms. Mellon, how about hookingup with an apartment?" Quinn rolled her eyes. "Get up. Your seat's outside." "You're so heartless," Walter said.
He sighed, stood up with a tic flair, and gestured grandly. "Ms. Mellon, your throne awaits." Quinn caught the sarcasm in his tone, her eyelids twitching, but she couldn't argue.
She sat down, flipping through the materials Walter had summarized. She skimmed through them, comparing the numbers, and found them spot on.
So she only needed to look at Walter's summary; the pile on the desk was overkill.
Patting the documents on the desk, Walter explained, "I've labeled everything with numbers, and they match the summary file. I've also categorized them, so you won't mess up if you follow the order." Quinn glanced at the labels, surprised, suddenly realizing these folders didn't have labels yesterday. So he did this overnight? Besides the labels, he had inserted large sheets in the middle of each pile, indicating the categories, sorted by importance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQuinn had to admit, Walter was damn good at his job.
Later, Kyle barged into the office. He knocked and walked in with a file folder.
"Mrs. Kennedy," he called..
"What's up?" Quinn asked.
Kyle hesitated and glanced at Walter, clearly wanting him to leave.
Walter raised an eyebrow but played along, "I'll go sweep the floor. The NO content is on novelenglish.net!
He walked out and closed the door behind him. But if you looked closely, you'd see the door wasn't fully see closed. Quinn asked, "What's up, Kyle?"
Handing her the file folder, Kyle said, "This is an invite from Mr. Wrightn inviting, Mr. Kennedy to a business gathering." "Can't we blow it off?" Quinn asked. Kyle looked a bit troubled.
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