Chapter 140 Cream soup


    Despite ire''s rejection of interviews from several media outlets, they persistently tried to contact her over the past few days, eager for her to share mote about the unexpected coboration with Harris Company. Frustrated, ire instructed her secretary to reject all interview requests However, determined paparazzi and news interviewers continued to wait outside herpany. To avoid them, ire had been using the back door for the past few days, leaving them wondering about her presence.


    The day of the crucial meeting had arrived. ire felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She wondered if she could actually work alongside Alex, and she suspected he might feel the same way. While waiting for Alex and his team to arrive, ire double-checked the files and presentation: everything was incider When the Harris Company team entered the meeting room, ire scanned the faces but couldn''t see Alex among them, Instead, Christian was there. ire raised her eyebrows and scoffed lightly, wondering why Alex would miss such an important meeting


    Was he embarrassed about the phone call from the other day?


    Christian approached her with a smile. "Alexander won''t be attending," he said.


    ce shrugged. "That''s fine. What matters is that the meeting goes on," she replied briskly.


    The meeting started andsted for two hours. Christian was impressed with the Cortex 20 presentation that ire had meticulously prepared. He knew alex would appreciate it too. They went into detailed discussions about the design, ensuring everything was perfect. As the meeting concluded, Christian approached ire andplimented her. "That was an excellent presentation, ire. I think this coboration will be very sessful."


    "Thank you, Christian," ire replied, froling a sense of aplishment. "I''m d you lrd it.''


    As Christian was about to delve deeper into the conversation, his phone rang, the nced at the screen and saw it was Alex calling, Answering the call, he heard Alex''s voice sounding weak and congested.


    "Hey, Christian," Alex croaked. "I need a favor. Can you get me some cream soup and bring the documents I left on my desk?"


    Christian frowned, puzzled "You want what now?"


    Alex sighed heavily. "Cream soup, I''m sick, and I can barely move. My head is pounding, and I can''t stop this flu."


    "I heard you the first time, Alex. I just didn''t expect you to ask me for that."


    "I trally need it. I can''t get out of bed."


    Christian felt a pang of sympathy for his friend. "Alright, alright," he said, grumbling slightly. "I will get your soup and bring the documents."


    "Thanks, man," Ales said, relief evident in his voice. "I owe you one."


    ire cased her brows in curiosity. "Who was that?" she asked.


    Christian ended the call and tumed to ire. "It was Alex. He''s got a cold, and he wants me to buy him cream soup and bring this document to him," he said, liftingContent bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


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    ire nodded. "Good luck with Alex," she said, heading back to her office.


    As she sat in her chair, memories of the past flooded her mind. She remembered how she used to make cream soup for Alex whenever he was sick, only for him to reject it, saying it tasted disgusting And now he wanted it? ire shook her head in disbelief.


    She leaned back, staring at the celling, reflecting on the irony Alexhad always been so difficult, yet here he was, craving the very thing he had once dismissed. It. was a strange twist of fate, and it made her wonder if people really could change, or if nostalgia simply made them yearn for what they once had.


    "You''re an idiot, Alex" ire muttered to herself.


    Meanwhile, Christian arrived at Alex''s ce, soup and documents in hand. Alex was sprawled on the couch, looking miserable.


    "Here," Christian said, handing him the soup.


    Alex took the soup with a weak smile. "Thanks, Christian, I appreciate It."


    "I don''t know why you wanted this so badly."


    Alex sighed. "ire used to made this for me whenever I am sick, and I used to hate it telling her it''s disgusting"


    Christian turned to him with a look of confusion. "Then what changed? What made you want that disgusting soup you said?"


    He shrugged, taking a sip of the soup. "I don''t know. Maybe just miss the care that came with it."


    Christian sighed as he doesn''t know what to respond so he change the subject. "How''s the disgusting soup?" he teased Alex. "Eh, is not as good as ire but it''s suffice.


    "Anyway, the meeting with Metacortex went well," he began, watching Alex for a reaction. ire showed the team Cortex2.0," Alex nodded, talóng a sip of his soup. "That''s good to hear," he replied, his voice steady.


    Christian continued, "We also discussed the details of the hotel project. The only thing left is to contact the interior designer and observe the development of Haris Hotel in Veras."


    Alex ced his bowl on the coffee table, nodding again. "Sounds like a solid n," he said. "I''ll arrange the visit to Vegas once I''m feeling better." Meanwhile, Frank sat in his office, a frown creasing his forehead. Thetest news article about Harris Hotel and Metacortes coboration was disyed on his Computer screen


    is picture, posted just two hours ago, showed Harris team entering the Metacotex building. Frank couldn''t believe how quickly Metacontes had moved and secures


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    He muted to himself, frustration evident in his voice. "Venus should be the one working with them, not Metacortex." Despite his partnership with HIP, he could deny the exposure and prestige that came from working with Harris''spany.


    Determined to get to the bottom of this, Frank picked up his phone and dialed Robert''s number.


    "Raber, need you toe to my office immediately," he said curtly


    Atenester, Robert entered the office, looking slightly disheveled. He had been out of touchtely, still reeling from his argument with ire and his


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    "What''s going on, Frank Robert asked, sensing the urgency in his boss''s voice.


    Frank pointed to theputer screen, the frustration in his eyes unmistakable. "Harris is working with Metacortex," he said bluntly. "Do you know about that?" Robert stood stunned, processing the information. "What? You''re Iddding me, right? It can''t be." he said. He couldn''t believe how fast could se make a deal with Hariss. Robert hasn''t been online much especially since his argument with ire and his sudden Wu He is still batter about that


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    Frankleaned back in his chair, his expression grim. "We can''t afford to lose to Metacortes, especially not with Harris on their side. We need to find a way to counter


    Robert agrees with Frank. He couldn''t let ire win again. Working with Harris has gain her a lot of benefit. Robert is sure Metacortex stock is rising. He mentally cored tumselt for selling Ids shares not because he wants to but because he is force too. Bebe nodded slowly, lus mind racing. "Ire what bando. We can''t let ire get the upper hand."


    frank sighed, nbbing his temples "Dowhatever it takes, Robert."