Chapter 260: Chapter 260: No One Else Is Allowed to Order Her Around
On the speaker’s platform.
Assistant Mark watched Ashley Shaw finish moving the mineral water and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Ashley Shaw get "caught" distributing water.
He felt a strong urge to curse that employee to death.
Of all people, they had to choose Ashley Shaw to distribute water.
This might be the future boss’s wife!
What on earth is going on!
Why are there always troublemakers trying to sabotage him!
Feeling frustrated, Assistant Mark suddenly forgot what he was supposed to say next and hurriedly glanced at the projection screen.
This glance delayed him by a few seconds.
Warren Prescott’s gaze shifted from the document in his hand to Assistant Mark, with a look of displeasure.
Mark was essentially his spokesperson now, and even though they had gone over the meeting content yesterday, he was still stumbling now.
"Ahem!" Assistant Mark was a bit flustered. He forced himself to stay calm and continued, "In addition, we are planning to add a new section, which will be the professional knowledge section..."
He finally recalled the speech content.
Warren Prescott withdrew his gaze indifferently, preparing to organize what he was going to say soon, with his slender fingers gently placing a bottle of mineral water beside his left hand.
Originally, Warren hadn’t even blinked an eye, but suddenly he caught a whiff of cake smell.
It was the scent from the Farmhouse Serenade store.
A trace of confusion flashed across Warren’s eyes, and then he looked up.
Sure enough, he saw Ashley Shaw’s small face.
She even knew to bring him water.
He had thought she had disappeared into the break room.
But before this feeling of gratification could last long, he caught sight of Ashley Shaw still holding several bottles of water in her arms.
Warren instantly realized what was going on.
Was she here to specifically deliver water to him?
She was just distributing it evenly, leaving no one out.
This was quite something; she’s really getting into the role of an assistant.
With such good acting skills, it’s a shame she didn’t enroll in film school and instead chose a medical major.
The veins on Warren’s forehead were pulsing from his annoyance at his own "wishful thinking."
Ashley Shaw was already heading towards the second row.
She was sure Warren had seen her, but he hadn’t said anything. This made Ashley Shaw breathe a sigh of relief.
Quickly finish distributing the water and hurry back to the office to be alone!
She took a bottle of mineral water from her arms and gently placed it beside the first person in the second row.
Then the person said with a stoic expression, "I don’t drink mineral water, make me a cup of tea."
Ashley Shaw instinctively responded, "...Okay."
But before she could finish saying "okay," Warren Prescott’s cold voice came through—
"You, come here."
Perhaps it was the understanding formed from years of interaction with Warren Prescott, her intuition told her this was directed at her.
Ashley Shaw turned her head to look and indeed saw Warren Prescott staring coldly at her.
Ashley Shaw knew it was best to go over directly, but she was still holding so many bottles of mineral water.
How should she handle this?
Should she bring them over too?
Within that second of thought, the displeasure in Warren’s eyes became more apparent.
He turned his gaze to the senior executive in front of Ashley Shaw.
"Mr. Lowell, you’re almost two hundred pounds, right?"
Manager Lowell didn’t know why Warren suddenly asked this during the meeting, but instinctively replied, "I weigh one hundred and eighty..."
"You should get some exercise."
"?"
"Give him the water."
Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened slightly.
Before she could react, Manager Lowell already stood up and quickly took the mineral water from her hands.
"I’ll handle it; you go focus on your task."
Manager Lowell didn’t understand the situation, but he could tell from Assistant Mark’s sympathetic look at the speaker’s platform that this extraordinarily pretty young woman... wasn’t someone he could boss around.
"Thank you."
Ashley Shaw slightly bowed to Manager Lowell and stepped over to Warren Prescott.
"Sit down."
Warren pointed to the seat beside him, "Take the meeting minutes."
Ashley Shaw’s mind went blank for a moment.
However, her reaction was faster than her mind; her soul hadn’t caught up, but she was already sitting down and took the pen Warren handed over.
It wasn’t until her back touched the chair that she suddenly realized: She’d never taken meeting minutes before, how was she supposed to do this?
No, Warren must be crazy!
Why would he have her, a workplace newbie, take the meeting minutes?
Did he truly see her as an assistant?
But then Ashley Shaw thought, today she’s acting as his little assistant, which is kind of a help to him.
In this way, she was also somewhat repaying her debt to him.
In a few days, before heading off to Aethelgard, once she pays back the meal she owes Warren Prescott, they can finally settle things once and for all.
With these thoughts in mind, Ashley Shaw suddenly felt motivated.
In the conference room, each seat had a few sheets of draft paper with the audience’s logo printed on them.
Even vacant seats had them.
With Warren sitting on her left, Ashley Shaw collected all the draft paper from two empty seats on her right and earnestly prepared to take the meeting minutes.
But Warren Prescott didn’t continue focusing on Ashley Shaw.
He had been irked by the fact that he had to cater to her mood, so he forced her to come over, regardless of what everyone else in the conference room thought.
Now that she was seated beside him, "safe" as could be, he no longer needed to fixate on her.
He continued to jot down the key points for his next speech.
As a result, Warren didn’t notice Ashley Shaw’s actions.
Nor did he notice Ashley Shaw actually starting to take the meeting minutes.
Assistant Mark calmed his turbulent emotions now that everything had settled and continued with a deep dive into the topic he was discussing earlier.
"The establishment of the professional section is our biggest difference from other livestream platforms, and in the future, it will be an important part of our core competitiveness..."
Ashley Shaw was jotting down notes like she was in school again.
Professional section... Core competitiveness...
But no matter how fast she wrote, she couldn’t keep up with Assistant Mark’s speaking speed.
Today was the first day she realized how fast Assistant Mark spoke!
It was impossible, she had to abandon the idea of taking notes like she was in class, opting to mentally remember and pick out keywords.
When Assistant Mark finished speaking and left the platform, Warren Prescott looked up and saw Ashley Shaw writing densely like a school kid on the draft paper.
A mischievous gleam passed through his eyes.
Then he lightly pressed on the pen he gave Ashley Shaw, which she hadn’t used.
The tip of the pen flashed red, then the light turned from red to green.
Ashley Shaw’s face suddenly changed.
This was... a recording pen.
He had her take meeting minutes by recording it with this pen.
"!!!"
"???"
"!!!"
Ashley Shaw felt shocked, angry, and frustrated—but mostly blamed herself for being dumb.
When she couldn’t pull the pen out of its cap initially, she should’ve examined it more closely.
But just then, Warren Prescott stood up and walked towards the speaker’s platform from the aisle.