That in turn convinced lan and Quincy that they had hit the jackpot.
Their meeting lasted three hours, and after signing the agreement, James took the document and said, Do visit my company should you have time.”
“Of course, lan replied.
“Contact me anytime you decide to come,” James said. “Anyway, I’ll be excusing myself now since I have other matters to attend to.”
“Allow me to escort you,” lan said, and James happily accepted.
“We’re partners from now on,” James said as they headed for the exit.
“Yes. Here’s to a productive partnership,” Ian agreed.
“Of course.” James smiled meaningfully.
lan was too engrossed in his success in securing the project that he never noticed anything unusual. After leaving Light Group headquarters, James returned to his car where his chauffeur was waiting.
Getting inside and staring at the grand tower from his car for a while, James then whipped out his phone. to dial a number, and someone soon answered…
James appeared solemn and respectful as he said, “Mr. Althoff? They’ve signed it.”
A deep voice spoke from the other end, “Good. Stick to the plan and keep reaching out. Don’t let them. catch you before they inject their first batch of capital.”
“Of course,” James replied before hanging up and telling the chauffeur, “Let’s go.”
Meanwhile, Diarmuid had just put away his phone and turned around when a soft body threw herself into his arms.
Abigail then wrapped her arms around his neck-she had tied her hair into a ponytail and was dressed formally, her bright eyes twinkling as she smiled faintly. “I’m going to the interview soon. Do you think I’ll make it?”
Diarmuid put his hands around her waist and made a pensive face, which left Abigail frowning and pouting with. her pink lips. “Don’t you have faith in my skill?”
“You have skills?” Diarmuid asked in return.
Abigail was speechless for a moment, and stood on her toes to bite his lips, immediately leaving a row of bite marks.
He smiled. “Attempting mariticide, are we?”
As he spoke, he reached underneath her blouse and pinched her smooth, delicate skin.
It was at once aching and embarrassing, so Abigail shot him a glare. “I’m leaving, or I’ll be late-shouldn’t leave a bad impression with the interviewer for that.”
With that, she escaped Diarmuid’s arms, and he watched her leave with a faint smile.
She was always able to make him happy.
Outside, Abigail told Jimmy the chauffeur where to go, and they quickly drove out.
She had to take a deep breath-she was feeling a little nervous since she had not been working for a while. Since the previous night, she had been preparing and revising materials and information for the interview, and read a book on the way as well.
Jimmy had always been a good driver who could keep the car steady, but he suddenly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Abigail asked.
“There’s someone in the way,” Jimmy said.
Abigail wound down the window to find a group of people encircling something.
Jimmy said, “I’ll go take a look.”
Abigail nodded and kept reading, while Jimmy soon returned, “Sorry, ma’am, but I think someone passed out in the middle of the road.”
Abigail looked up, quickly put away her book and alighted. She squeezed her way through the crowd and found a rather old man lying on the ground
“Excuse me, please let me through. I’m a doctor-please let me check on him. Also, try to make space for the patient so that he can breathe easier.”
Everyone promptly cleared a path at her voice, and kept their distance as instructed.
Abigail first made sure that the man was lying flat on his back and checked for breathing, and then his heartbeat for how he went unconscious.
If it was something like a spinal problem, low glucose shock, or emotional distress, massaging the philtrum or the nerves under the feet could help.
If it was a heart attack and resuscitation was needed, keeping the patient level could help direct blood. flow up to the brain, improving circulation and helping them get revived right then.
Abigail determined that it was the latter, and therefore applied the second method, and the patient slowly regained conscious thanks to her skill.
The ambulance also arrived just then, and she helped him into the car.
The onlookers also scattered, clearing the road and letting Abigail’s car through.
However, the incident made her late for her interview, and she was not there when they called for her.
As such, she stayed at the waiting room until everyone was gone, and asked the interviewer why she was not called after other interviewees had left.
It was only then that she realized that she had been late.
“You’re here for an interview, so you should at least be punctual. How are you going to be a good doctor if you don’t know how to manage your time?” the interviewer said impassively and sarcastically.
Abigail explained, “Actually, I ran into…”
The interviewer shot her a look. “No excuses. Now, leave.”
But Abigail was not about to give up on such a rare opportunity!
“Please give me a chance. I’ve prepared for this interview-”
“That’s your business. You’re late and missed your chance, so you only have yourself to blame. You won’t be late if you care at all,” the interviewer growled impatiently. “I would have to call security if you insist on staying.”
Abigail stopped in his tracks then even as disappointment caught her.
She sighed she had a rare opportunity, and it went up in smoke.
Stepping out of the hospital, she felt more or less dissatisfied-it would have been better if they had rejected her because she fell short of their standard, but she did not even get an interview…
And how was she going to pursue her dream if she could not even get herself hired as a doctor?
The thought left her despondent!
As she made up her mind to leave, she heard someone speaking and turned to look.
It was the old man she had just saved earlier, and the interviewer and the old man saw her too.
Abigail was not inclined to speak with him-she had taken the Hippocratic Oath as a doctor, and helping him was no trouble.
She turned around and continued ahead when the old man called out, “Please wait a moment.”
Abigail turned and asked, “Were you talking to me?”
The old man walked up to her and asked, “Did you come for a checkup?”
“No, I had an interview, but I was late, so…” Abigail cast a helpless glance at the interviewer-it was his cold. indifference that denied her a chance.
The interviewer frowned. “You know her, chief?”
The old man nodded. “I had a heart attack and didn’t have my aspirin. She saved me there.”
Turning back toward Abigail, the interviewer asked, “Was that why you were late?”
Abigail nodded, even as she felt surprised.
Chief? Did that mean the old man was the hospital’s chief?
The interviewer grimaced just then. “Why didn’t you mention that?”
Abigail was speechless-he was so snappy and stopped her from explaining herself! Did he even give her a chance?!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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