The next morning, Astrid and several other interns showed up at thepany. I subtly waved to her when I passed by the lobby.
Once the procedure was done, Astrid and one otherdy were assigned to the design department. She had never dressed like a wealthydy to begin with. Although she dressed quite modestly, it still didn''t hide her cheerfulness, energy, and beauty. Meanwhile, thedy standing next to her was dressed in luxurious brands from head to toe. She even exuded an air of arrogance. Someone would''ve thought she was the CEO''s wife if they didn''t know better.
After Astrid gave a brief introduction of herself, thedy standing next to her spoke slowly.
"Hi, everyone. I''m Mack Lennon. My family wanted me here... I mean, I''m here to learn from everyone." She covered her mouth dramatically as if she panicked from having said something wrong.
When I heard her name, I nced at the employee name list in Mr. Finnley''s hand.
Was her full name actually Mackenzie Lennon?
I lowered my gaze slightly. I didn''t want to expose her little game. A few of my colleagues swapped nces when they heard that both interns shared the "same family name".
Emma leaned close to my ear and whispered a question, "Are there a lot of McLennons in your part of the world?"
I shook my head in response. In fact, it was rare toe across someone with McLennon as theirst name. It was just that Mackenzie deliberately shortened her name to make it sound like she belonged to the McLennon family.
Mackenzie looked at Astrid disdainfully before she turned her gaze to Emma. "You might not know this about our country, but the word McLennon could be pronounced slightly differently. That''s enough of this discussion. Stop talking about it, everyone. Now, where''s my workstation?" Mackenzie looked so bossy that she frightened Mr. Finnley.
He immediately brought her to her desk while Astrid wasrgely ignored.
I tugged at Astrid''s sleeves and asked, "There''s an empty desk next to mine. Do you want toe over here?"
Astrid immediately nodded. Then, she gave me a puzzled look. I shook my head helplessly. After all, I had no idea what game Mackenzie was trying to y.
Mackenzie even had someone bring over takeout from a nearby five-star hotel when it was lunch break.
When the food runner came over, he addressed her with the utmost respect, "This is the takeout Mr.
McLennan ordered for you and
colleagues, Ms. Mack Lennon,
your
Here''s wishing you a happy first day
at work."
Mackenzie''s lips curled into a grin. Then, she pretended to identally mumble, "Geez, I told him not to give me anything."
Mackenzie didn''t exactly lower her voice either. It was barely loud enough for everyone to hear her.
Astrid and I swapped nces. I leaned over and asked her, "Just how many younger sisters does Jack have?"
Astrid shook her head. "That''s my line. Is she someone born out of wedlock?
"What? Her family name is Lennon? Dear Lord, is this really happening?" Astrid shot up to her feet, capturing everyone''s attention.
She felt a little embarrassed, but she picked up her phone. "I need to give my mom a call, Rinatta."
I took a deep breath when I saw her leaving. The whole thing was too unimaginable.
Mackenzie walked over to me and
tapped my desk. "Get the food,
for
In
Rinatta. My brother bought lunch everyone. He''s the CEO, and he knows exactly how many people are working in the design department. You all are in luck."
Then, Mackenzie turned around and left cockily.
I pulled out my phone and suddenly had the
everything to know absolutely
I had just brought up
phone number when his call
came in. Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.
I instinctively ran out of the office. "Is there anything you need from me, Jack? Is it something huge?"
My heart was thumping. Was it possible that Jack actually had another younger sister who was born out of wedlock?
I turned around, only to find Astrid wearing a displeased look on her face.
I was right!