Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Warren Prescott, Difficult to Deal With
Ashley Shaw widened her eyes.
She must stay within his sight?
Doesn’t that mean she’ll have to stick to him like glue?
Ashley Shaw immediately got goosebumps all over.
And what does "causing trouble again" mean?
It’s clearly others bringing trouble to her, right?
Ashley Shaw held her breath and said, "How about I just stay in the car and wait for you?"
"If you want to suffocate, be my guest!"
"You could give me the car keys, so if I feel stuffy I can get out for some air."
"You can’t afford to pay for this car."
"??"
What does he mean? It’s not like she’s a car thief; does he think she’ll really drive his car away?
"I..."
Before Ashley Shaw could finish, Warren Prescott had already pulled open the car door and stepped out.
Seeing her still in the car, Warren Prescott frowned, "Get out!"
Ashley Shaw glanced at the keys tightly held in Warren Prescott’s hand and chose to get out instead of suffocating.
There was an elevator just ahead, with two elevator doors.
Ashley naturally entered the one closer to their parking spot.
Warren Prescott paused slightly in his steps, then quickly followed her.
Once inside the elevator, Warren Prescott said expressionlessly: "I’ll tell them you’re my assistant, so be careful not to spill the beans."
"...Oh."
That’s fine, it could save some awkwardness.
The elevator doors quickly closed.
Warren Prescott’s voice came from above her head: "Press the button for the ninth floor."
He was standing behind her, and when Ashley Shaw looked up, she could see his Adam’s apple moving as he spoke.
Standing so close, Ashley Shaw was surprised to realize Warren Prescott was almost a head and a half taller than her.
She was a late bloomer, so her height could still increase.
She would eventually grow to reach 166cm.
But for now, being only 162cm, she was exactly a head and a half shorter than Warren Prescott.
She always knew Warren Prescott was considered tall for someone from the south, standing at 187cm.
But she never had a concrete idea of what 187cm really meant for Warren Prescott.
Because most of their intimate interactions in past lives were in bed; they seldom stood this close.
Now, comparing so intimately, she finally grasped the concept of 187cm.
It meant he was a head and a half taller than her.
Within a second she looked back down and pressed the button for the ninth floor.
The elevator ascended without stopping in between.
Ashley Shaw wondered why such a large building had no one entering the elevator, and when it was almost at the ninth floor, she noticed a sign on the elevator door.
It read in gold lettering: Exclusive Elevator.
Whose exclusive elevator it was, was obvious.
The class system materialized at that moment.
Ashley Shaw thought self-deprecatingly: She’s really got a break now, riding the president-exclusive elevator she only saw on TV before.
But the elevator had a very spacious interior, so why was Warren Prescott standing so close?
Ashley Shaw quietly moved one step to the left.
The elevator coincidentally stopped at that moment.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Ashley Shaw stepped aside, waiting for Warren Prescott to walk out first.
Warren Prescott glanced down at her.
Ashley Shaw explained, "You go first, I’m the assistant, right?"
"You’re really getting into character quickly."
"Didn’t you tell me not to reveal any hints?"
Warren Prescott pressed his lips together, it was unclear whether he was pleased or displeased.
After Warren Prescott walked out, Ashley Shaw followed two steps behind.
Outside, a few staff members with visitor badges passed by; upon seeing Warren Prescott come out, they stopped to greet him promptly.
"Hello, Mr. Prescott Jr."
As soon as the words were spoken, they caught sight of Ashley Shaw following behind Warren Prescott, a look of unclear significance in their eyes.
"The break room is over there, make me a cup of coffee."
Upon Warren Prescott’s command, the two staff members immediately replied, "Yes..."
"I didn’t mean you two, I meant her." Warren Prescott glanced at Ashley Shaw following behind and said, "My office is the innermost one, bring it in after it’s made."
"...Alright."
Warren Prescott didn’t linger and headed straight for his office.
Ashley Shaw grumbled internally: Didn’t he say I couldn’t leave his line of sight? Making coffee doesn’t count as leaving?
Obviously, he was taking the opportunity to exploit her!
Ashley Shaw ground her teeth in frustration, then looked up to see those two female staff members staring at her curiously.
Ashley Shaw quickly tucked away her resentful expression and greeted them with a smile.
"Hello, I’m Mr. Prescott Jr.’s assistant, you can just call me Ashley..."
The two looked at her in surprise.
"You’re Mr. Prescott Jr.’s assistant?"
"Yes."
"But doesn’t Mr. Prescott Jr. already have Assistant Lowell?"
Ashley Shaw, having been through situations, casually made up a lie: "Assistant Mark is too busy recently, so they temporarily asked me to help out with some small tasks. But it’s only for the day, I won’t be here tomorrow."
They nodded understandingly and waved her over.
"Oh, you’re just here part-time. Come on, we’ll teach you how to make coffee for Mr. Prescott Jr. He has a preferred taste, if it’s not right, he’ll have you make it again."
Ashley Shaw actually knew well what kind of coffee Warren Prescott liked.
No sugar, but with one-third light cream.
The cream had to be whipped just right, not too thick.
The coffee beans chosen for high acidity.
It had to be hand-brewed, not using a coffee machine.
She didn’t want to remember these details, but having done it so many times in her past life, it was hard to forget.
Ashley Shaw, fearing she might delay their work, quickly said: "It’s alright, I know how to do it, no need to trouble you."
"No trouble, we were about to make coffee ourselves."
Ashley Shaw couldn’t refuse their goodwill, so she nodded and followed them into the break room.
The break room for the visitors was quite spacious, even having three coffee machines.
But none of these were needed.
Sure enough, the two female staff members said, "Can you make hand-brewed coffee? Mr. Prescott Jr. doesn’t want machine-made."
"Yes."
"Okay, then grind the coffee beans first, use this bag." One of the women handed her a bag of coffee beans.
Ashley Shaw quickly thanked her and started grinding the coffee beans into powder.
Perhaps seeing that she was quite easy-going, the long-haired female staff member said, "You really scared us just now, I thought you were Mr. Prescott Jr.’s girlfriend."
Ashley Shaw was puzzled, "Why would being a girlfriend be scary?"
The long-haired female staff member stuck her tongue out and whispered, "Because Mr. Prescott Jr. is too difficult to handle! Anyone who could handle such a difficult person must be even more difficult."
Ashley Shaw nodded.
That’s true.
Rosalind Lynch is indeed quite tricky to handle.
Seeing her nod in agreement, the two spoke even more animatedly.
"You don’t know, but we passed by his office the other day and heard him scolding Manager Coleman."
"Manager Coleman, who’s over forty, came out of his office with red eyes."
"And, and Assistant Lowell, he’s almost on duty twenty-four hours a day, I’ve never seen him take a break."
"Is that so?" Ashley Shaw tugged at her lips as she started whipping the light cream into froth.
Assistant Mark is indeed quite pitiful; because Warren Prescott is a workaholic, as his assistant, he had to keep up too.
Who knows how Assistant Lowell managed to endure it for so many years.
But then Ashley Shaw pursed her lips self-deprecatingly.
Didn’t she also "bear it gladly" for three years?