His expression was almost losing control. No way, how did Eleanor’s phone end up in President Grant’s office?! And on his desk, of all places! Adrian Grant casually tapped his finger on the desk, making no sound, but it made Albert Sawyer’s heart race. Even Charles Rhodes felt a bit sympathetic towards Albert, he reasonably suspected the boss did it on purpose! "Lawyer Sawyer, as far as I know, the triple pay for weekend overtime doesn’t apply to interns, right?" Adrian Grant asked. Albert Sawyer nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes! It’s my fault for disturbing my colleague’s weekend rest time, I’m sorry, truly sorry!" Adrian Grant got the satisfactory answer and glanced at Charles Rhodes. Charles Rhodes opened the door to the president’s office: "Thank you Lawyer Sawyer, the interview is over, I’ll see you out." The soundproofing in the lounge was excellent. Eleanor leaned against the door but couldn’t hear a thing. Waiting and waiting, she got a bit bored and thought to get her phone to play with it. It was only then she realized she had left her phone on Adrian Grant’s desk and didn’t bring it in during the rush! The lounge was about thirty square meters, with just a bed and a single clothes rack. The bed was neatly made with gray-black linens in the style Adrian Grant liked, and the clothes rack had a spare suit and a spare casual outfit. At first glance, there was nothing extra, just as dull as Adrian Grant himself. Eleanor couldn’t help but wonder, what on earth had Adrian said to Mia at The Winslow Family’s villa that day to make Mia break down and cry? She kind of wanted to ask Adrian, but today didn’t feel right. This was an ominous place of trouble, and she shouldn’t stay long! She didn’t know how long had passed when the door was opened from the outside. As soon as Adrian Grant opened the door, he saw the woman staring nervously with wide eyes. Seeing it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief, like a guilty cat pretending to be calm. Adrian Grant’s eyes flashed with amusement. He suddenly thought the lounge would be perfect for a session with Eleanor, which he hadn’t tried before. "Gone?" Eleanor asked as she stepped out once the outside calmed down. She grabbed her phone and left immediately. As for Mia, whatever, getting out of the Grant Group building was the most important thing! "Madam, let me drive you." Charles met Eleanor walking out quickly at the door. Eleanor didn’t need him to drive, but Charles diligently followed. Eleanor couldn’t help but complain: "Why would Albert Sawyer come for an interview on Sunday! No holidays? Isn’t a subcontractor’s life a life?" "Madam, President Grant has no time to spare next week, so it was arranged on a weekend. And according to labor laws, we’ll pay some overtime salary." Charles smiled, "But Madam, don’t worry, President Grant subtly reminded Lawyer Sawyer that interns don’t get overtime pay and shouldn’t be exploited working weekends." She was momentarily unsure whether to be shocked that Adrian Grant knew how to write the word ’subtle’, or shocked that Adrian suddenly mentioned interns out of nowhere. But the elevator arrived, and Eleanor didn’t want to linger, so she left immediately without further questioning. Once she left the Grant Group building and got into a taxi, feeling safe, Eleanor turned on her phone again and instinctively checked her call records for the call from Julian Jacobs. The result made her jaw drop! Why was the top recent call no longer Julian Jacobs?! Why did it turn into "Aurelian & Partners - Albert Sawyer"?! There were two calls! Eleanor couldn’t believe her eyes, staring fixedly at the call time, just twenty minutes ago, while she was hiding in Adrian’s lounge, and Albert was interviewing Adrian! Did Albert dial her number in front of Adrian? Then the phone must have rung right in front of Albert? No wonder Charles said Adrian reminded Albert! No way, is Adrian nuts? What’s with the random reminder? Couldn’t he say he picked up the phone? He usually doesn’t talk much or warm-hearted! "Miss, are you okay?" the driver asked, seeing Eleanor breathing heavily through the rearview mirror. Eleanor took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, and forced a smile: "Nothing, I just ran into a nutcase on a big weekend!" The driver chuckled: "Did you argue with your boyfriend?" Eleanor wanted to say no, but on second thought, just let it be. Eleanor originally thought, so Albert Sawyer knows, so be it, let him make his assumptions; it wouldn’t have much impact since Albert Sawyer is currently stationed at the Grant Group for the Mayfield Tech project, not in the law firm office. Unexpectedly, as soon as she got to work on Monday, she saw Albert Sawyer in the office! Albert had just finished reporting his work and came out of the partner’s office. Seeing Eleanor, he was visibly taken aback, then warmly smiled. "Winslow, how have you been lately?" Albert recalled those two calls, still trembling with fear that Eleanor might speak ill of him to Adrian, so he intended to seize the opportunity to repair relations with her. "Pretty good." Eleanor responded coldly, unwilling to say another word to him. It would be best if he pretended yesterday’s misunderstanding over the two calls hadn’t happened! Eleanor returned to her workstation and turned on her computer. Albert followed her, taking out the interview list, and asked, "When you drafted this question, what were you thinking? These two words don’t seem to be English, right? During yesterday’s interview, President Grant took particular interest in this question and specifically asked about it." This guy really hits where it hurts! Albert is a superior, Eleanor resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said, "This is a German acronym because the Mayfield Tech merger involves a German company, so that was something considered at the time." Albert lowered his voice and leaned closer to Eleanor: "Winslow, you and President Grant..." "Nothing!" Eleanor’s gaze was indifferent and cold, "If you’re interested, you can ask him." It was the first time Albert had seen such a look on a young woman in her twenties, so similar to Adrian Grant. Albert shivered all over, smiled awkwardly: "Not interested, just casually asking, just casually asking." Cecilia Yates, who sat next to Eleanor, glared with jealous eyes that seemed to shoot fire at seeing her boyfriend talking quietly with a woman prettier than herself. When Eleanor got up to go to the restroom, Cecilia stood up to follow. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by ⓝovelFire.net As soon as Eleanor came out of the stall, Cecilia blocked her path. "Eleanor, Albert Sawyer is my boyfriend. I ask you to stay away from him!" Cecilia warned. Eleanor was baffled by all the recent troubles and crazies! "Cecilia, I only said those two sentences to Lawyer Sawyer just now. Which eye of yours saw me getting too close to your boyfriend? Wake up, your precious man is not my type!" Her words implied her treasure was trash, making Cecilia want to scold, but Eleanor pushed her aside and left!