Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Ashley Shaw, I’ll Remember You
A young man in a blue suit was impatiently waving at Ashley Shaw.
Ashley Shaw turned instinctively and pointed at her own nose to confirm, "Are you calling me?"
"Yes, you, come over here!"
The arrogant tone made Ashley Shaw slightly uncomfortable.
But she still put down her coffee and went out.
"Is there something you need from me?"
The man frowned disapprovingly.
"What’s with all the you, you, you? Call me Team Leader Coleman!"
Ashley Shaw glanced at his silver nameplate.
It read: [Purchasing Department Team Leader, Shawn Coleman].
Team Leader... seems to be a higher rank than her assistant position.
But she wasn’t actually a real assistant.
However, it wasn’t convenient for Ashley Shaw to explain, so she went along and asked, "Team Leader Coleman, what do you need from me?"
Shawn Coleman seemed satisfied with Ashley Shaw’s attitude.
It was his first day on the job, and he finally felt the "power" of being in a position of authority.
Such a beautiful lady, he beckoned and she came over.
On the streets, a lady as pretty as this wouldn’t even spare him a glance.
The feeling of being in charge is really nice, no wonder the bosses love going to work so much.
He’s starting to love going to work too.
But Shawn Coleman didn’t forget the main task at hand.
"There’s a weekly meeting about to start, and I’ve ordered a batch of mineral water, it’s over by the elevator. Gather some people to move the water to the conference room for me."
"Me?"
"Who else if not you? I’ve got to go down and meet the delivery, hurry up and don’t delay the leaders from having their water. Understand?"
Gathering a few people wasn’t that big of a task, and she had an excuse not to go to Warren Prescott’s office.
Thinking this, Ashley Shaw nodded, "Alright, got it."
Shawn Coleman grunted as if he were Mr. Cheney, turned around to leave but hesitated.
He turned back, patted Ashley Shaw’s shoulder twice.
"Great job, I’ll put in a good word for you to the higher-ups later. By the way, what’s your name?"
Ashley Shaw felt a bit uncomfortable.
It’s not that she had a serious germaphobia that made even a pat on the shoulder intolerable, it’s the greasy male gaze he had on her.
She suppressed her discomfort and said, "My last name is Shaw."
"I mean your full name."
"...Ashley Shaw."
"All right then, Ashley, I’ll treat you to bubble tea later."
"Thanks, but no need."
Shawn Coleman saw Ashley Shaw was responsive, and she was such a top-tier beauty he usually couldn’t get close to, making him itch to reach out and pat her shoulder again.
This time Ashley Shaw finally couldn’t help but sidestep away.
"Sorry, I don’t like being touched."
Shawn Coleman frowned, clearly showing displeasure.
"What do you mean? What are you putting on airs for? It’s just a pat on the shoulder, it won’t kill you!"
Ashley Shaw suppressed her anger.
"Aren’t you going down to meet the delivery?"
Shawn Coleman suddenly remembered the task, glared at her.
"Ashley Shaw, I’ve got my eyes on you!"
Saying that, he finally turned to walk toward the elevator.
Once he was in the elevator, the disgust in Ashley Shaw’s chest hadn’t dissipated.
It seems Warren Prescott’s hiring standards aren’t high, anyone can join the company and even become a team leader.
Fortunately, she wouldn’t have more contact in the future.
She refrained from quarreling just now because they wouldn’t see each other again.
She glanced at the mineral water by the elevator, there were four large boxes.
Twelve bottles per box, quite heavy for a woman, manageable for a man.
Ashley Shaw planned to ask a few male employees for help, but after opening two consecutive doors, she only found female employees inside.
Until she pushed open the third door and finally saw a few men.
However, after Ashley stated her purpose, those men immediately frowned.
"Do we look like movers to you?"
They smiled back, but their refusal was clear.
"Sorry to disturb you."
Ashley Shaw exited.
She vaguely heard them say things like "She’s new" and "What kind of newbies did they hire today".
She realized then that asking people to move water wasn’t an easy task.
However, Ashley Shaw quickly realized everyone on this floor was at least team leader level.
It’s understandable they refused to be asked to move bottled water.
With no options, Ashley Shaw had to message Assistant Lowell.
Right after sending it, Assistant Lowell came out of a door carrying a stack of A4 paper.
"Assistant Lowell..."
"Miss Shaw." Assistant Lowell quickly approached, speaking just as fast, "I gotta run to a meeting, no need to make coffee, rest in Mr. Prescott Jr’s lounge, the door’s unlocked, he’ll come find you when he’s done."
"Sure, oh wait, um..."
"Oh! Almost forgot one thing."
"What?"
"I prepared an ice pack on Mr. Prescott Jr’s office table. You can use it."
Ice pack?
Ashley Shaw was momentarily stunned, then recalled the incident, reaching up to touch her left cheek.
The one got slapped by Sean Langley.
Touching it made it slightly painful.
She checked herself in the mirror before getting in the car.
The slap mark was light.
Even Claire Xavier did not notice during her "inspection."
How did Assistant Lowell notice?
No wonder he could become one of Warren Prescott’s top "favorites."
"Don’t forget to ice it, I’ve got to go!"
Assistant Lowell left in a hurry, not waiting for her response, and went down the corridor.
Ashley Shaw, distracted by the "ice pack," realized too late she needed his help, and Assistant Lowell had already entered an unknown door.
All the doors on this floor, except Warren Prescott’s, were solid wood, revealing nothing inside.
Left without choices, Ashley Shaw had to resume her search for willing male coworkers.
Entering a workspace, a male employee was willing to help.
But as he stood up, another employee called him.
"Zeke, take this document to Legal on the eighth floor for verification. Hurry, the partners are arriving soon."
The employee called Zeke nodded with an apologetic look at Ashley, taking the documents out.
Ashley Shaw felt it was another day of endless bad luck.
She sighed, regretting taking on this impossible task.
Out of options, she had to handle it herself.
She asked for the location of the conference room.
This time, someone finally responded, "Turn right at the corridor, it’s the third door."
"Thank you."
Ashley Shaw expressed her gratitude, turned around, and headed to the stairway.
The four boxes of mineral water still sat there, like a mountain.
Between "leaving them" and "ensuring the meeting isn’t delayed," she chose the latter.
Ashley Shaw sighed deeply, hefting a box of water.
Having delivered so many cakes recently, she developed some arm strength, making the box of water not as heavy as she’d thought.
Just one last delivery service for today.
Taking a deep breath, she carried the box in the direction indicated by the person who gave directions.