RING, RING, RING... Just as Ruby Bluen was sweetly thinking about Marcel Horne, her office phone rang, its jarring sound interrupting her pleasant hum. It seemed phone calls, much like the legendary Cheng Yaojin, always had a knack for bursting in unexpectedly, just to be a nuisance.
Ruby stopped humming. Her expression became composed, and she adopted a professional demeanor. She picked up the receiver with her right hand and said habitually, "Hello, this is Ruby Bluen."
"Director Bluen, a Ms. Morris is requesting to see you. She is currently at the reception on the first floor. Would you like to meet with her?"
Ms. Morris? Could it be her future mother-in-law? Had she come to the company?
Ruby Bluen suddenly felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy, every hair on her body standing on end.
"Let her come up," she instructed the receptionist calmly.
The receptionist acknowledged and then hung up.
