They Want Me Back When It’s Too Late
Fast Life 401
bChapter /bb401 /b
At these words, everyone in the room widened their eyes in shock. The girl who answered first waspletely dumbfounded, sanding there is a data until her coworker gave her a nudge to snap her out of it.
“S–sure, Mr. Atkinson, I’ll send it right away. Should I send it to your WhatsApp? B–butt…” The girl didn’t have Brian’s phone number,
As just a junior staff member, she couldn’t even dream of getting Brian’s assistant’s contact information, let alone his.
“Alright. Here’s my phone number.” Brian nodded and pulled out his phone.
The moment he said that, the girl looked like she might faint from sheer shock. Her hands shook as she fumbled to type in his phone number into hers, before saving him as her contact.
As soon as she did that, she immediately sent the links to the stores that sold the snacks and coffee he requested at lightning speed, terrified of being even a second too slow.
Meanwhile, Brian nced at the string of links in their chat window in satisfaction. “Thanks. Don’t forget to collect your 200–dor bonus from Financeter.”
After that, he swept his gaze over the rest of the employees in the break room and said calmly, “That’s all for today’s inspection. Carry on.”
“Thank you, Mr. Atkinson,” they all chorused, bowing their heads as they watched him leave. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind him, the broom /berupted into excited chatter.
“Oh my goodness, it’s actually true,” someone gasped.
“Right? I heard from the secretaries that Mr. Atkinson was scouting for gourmet treats, and if your rmendation got pickedb, /byou’d get a bonus,” one employee chimed in excitedly. “I totally took it as office gossip back then. I never thought it was actually trueb./bb” /b
“So the whole gourmet hunt is real. Then, that rumor about him going abroad for Mrs. Atkinson must be true too. Mr. Atkinson really lives up to his devoted husband image, and nothing can shake it.”
“More than unshakeable. It’s practically set in stone now. Let’s see who still dares to im they don’t get along after this.”
“No one would dare now, that’s for sure. If Mr. Atkinson ever got wind of it, who knows what he’d do to them? But with this news outb, /bI bet a bunch of his
secret admirers are going to be heartbroken.”“”
“Who cares about them? Mr. Atkinson and his wife have been married for years, yet those girls still dream of being with him. They should really know
their ce.”
“Alright, enough gossip. If I bring Mr. Atkinson some snacks, do you think I’ll get to ship them in person?”
“Oh pleasei, /iiyou /ijust want that bonus, don’t you?”
“No way! The bonus is barely worth it. I genuinely want to support my OTP. You know what? Tomorrow, I’m bringing him some homemade bacon that my parents delivered to me a few days ago.
“You guys have no idea how incredible it tastes. Mrs/Atkinson will love it for sure.”
“I’m bringing something too, When my mom visited, she brought tons of our hometown’s pickled greens, and they’re so good. Back in my hometownb,; /beven pregnant women with bad morning sickness swear by them. Mrs. Atkinson is bound to enjoy them.b” /b
“Wow, howe all your hometowns have these amazing local treats? Unlike me, I was born and r
in bthe /bbcity/b, and I have nothing special to offer.
“Why not bring your homemade pastries? You’re an amazing baker. I still remember the bones /bbyou /bmade, and honestly, nothing I’ve had since evenes
close.”
“Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder. I’ll bake some tonight, though I wonder what favors Mrs. Arvinson likel
“If you’re not sure, just make a mix. With enough variety, she’s bound ito /ifind something she loves
“You’re right.”
While chatting, they were also busy sharing in their private group chats exactly how they each snagged the 200–dor bonus.
Before long, this sparked a fresh wave of enthusiastic shippers, all vowing to deliver gourmet treats
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Brian themselves.
During a quick break, Jackson scrolled through several group chats and saw everyone raving about Brian’s and Jessica’s son worthy love story–and all the delicious things they nned to send.
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