Chapter 859 Put On The Show He Like
Josie was still unaware of it. She put her phone away and faced Mallory’s curiosity with a weary expression. “Let me guess, it’s the male lead from yesterday’s rumor.”
“You’re wrong.” Josie walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window and overlooked the vast multitude of beings below. “It’s my future pawn.”
The glass reflected her fair complexión. Though it seemed immaculate, it was stone cold, almost as if she already had things planned out.
“I have some connections with the media. I’ll help inform them to try and minimize negative press about you.”
Josie, however, objected to it. “No. Being infamous is still considered famous. I need some lasting popularity.”
Mallory froze.
In the afternoon, because of a project’s cash flow, the bank called Josie, requesting her to head down to sort things out.
Since the bank was nearby and within walking distance, she headed over without thinking much about it While waiting to deal with the matter, she idly played with her phone and stumbled upon Bastille Group’s scandal.
So that’s what Morgan is talking about.
An apologetic look crossed the staff member’s face upon hearing her name. “I don’t have the authority to do that. Only the director of a bank has. Let me give him a call.”
Josie furrowed her brows. She had handled many such matters, but she had never encountered one that required the director of a bank to do it personally.
After the call, the staff member escorted her to the elevator to head upstairs.
The elevator doors slid open. As Josie stepped in, she felt a sense of foreboding crept up within her.
Sure enough, the man sitting in the main seat and busy dealing with work was none other than Zachariah, who had perpetually been making things difficult for her.
Oh yes, I almost forgot that he’s the director of this bank.
Upon seeing her, Zachariah jokingly said, “What an unexpected guest! I’m honored to have Ms. Warren grace us with her presence.”
Josie remained silent.
Zachariah unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up his arms. “Fancy a cup of tea? You don’t have a choice, though; I only have chamomile tea in my office.”
Josie’s face darkened.
“Save it for yourself.” With that said, she turned to leave.
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Zachariah blocked her path. The dimples by the corners of his lips made him look rather kind and innocent. “You’re leaving so soon? Are you not going to finish what you have to do?”
“I’ll change to another bank and won’t trouble you, Mr. Shaw.”
“But what if I give a heads-up to other banks? What will you do then?”
The way he asked the question almost seemed like he was being genuinely curious. Yet, only Josie knew how sarcastic he actually was.
“Go ahead and say what you want to say, Mr. Shaw.” Josie squeezed out a smile.
Zachariah clicked his tongue. “Why are you so sensitive? But I do have a piece of advice for you. Only take on as much as you can handle. Don’t get burnt from playing with fire. Remember, it’s your own life at stake.”
Josie could sense the malice and caution in those words.
Zachariah was talking about Morgan’s arrival to attract investment to Wavery. It was a move that even the higher-ups strongly valued, and having been ruined just like that by an ill-tempered man, Zachariah reckoned it would surely bring trouble in the future.
And from Zachariah’s standpoint, the source of all these troubles was none other than Josie.
The more Josie looked at him, the more annoyed she became. “I think you should know him better than i do after all these years. Whatever he wants to do, it’s only a matter of time; influence is never a factor. I won’t be able to shoulder such an accusation.”
What she said was true. Dexter was someone who would never make a losing deal. The fact that he dared do that only meant that he had already planned his way out.
Zachariah rested one hand on the plant shelf. “You seem to know him quite well. It’s just that I once thought that you’re someone with sincerity. But who knows, you’re a complete and utter venomous person who’s only good at putting on a show,”
“But the show I put on is one that he enjoys.” Josie lazily lifted her eyelids and tidied her hair. She was running out of patience.
