The Last Laugh

Chapter 52

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Ace's POV:

The next day, I went to the office, all fresh and ready. As good looking as ever and in a very good

mood.

I went to my office and started adjusting a lot of things. I changed the list of the raw materials the

company's industries were using. I opted for more costly raw materials. I added working hours for the

industry workers, thereby automatically adding their salaries by five percent. I knew what I was doing.

After adjusting all these things, I called my own personal assistant and gave him specific orders. All I'd

adjusted had to be executed with no problem.

He took care of going to the industries to tell the workers there about the new plan and situation.

I smiled to myself and waited for karma to begin.

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In the afternoon, Sawyer entered my office. I looked at her without saying a word.

"Hey handsome," she smiled and sat down. I stared at her without answering, without smiling. She

stared at me, confused.

"Why– why are you looking at me like that? Why aren't you smiling?" NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Because I owe you nothing, bitch.

I don't have to force myself to smile with you. That's for the moment.

I was gonna be nice with her only when necessary.

"Not just in my mood," I replied dryly. She looked at me surprised.

"Oh, okay. M– mom is calling you," she stammered and stood up.

Still confused with my reaction, she left the office.

I followed closely after and left, heading for Christina's office.

I reached and knocked. She asked me to come in.

"Good morning, boss," I said with a fake smile. I still had a lot to obtain from mother witch and so I had

to keep acting nice with her.

"Yes, baby. Take a seat."

I did that.

"Any problem, sweetheart?" I asked, sweetly.

"Well, I heard you opted for costlier raw materials, you added working hours and salaries. All that this

morning without letting me know. I'm the owner of this company, Ace. You have to ask me for

permission before doing anything that could affect this company."

I made a slightly sad face.

"Please don't be angry," I said trying to sound guilty, "I didn't mean to hide it from you. I– I wanted to

surprise you."

"And how? By taking such decisions."

"Trust me. You know I've got the experience. Costlier raw materials are more original than the ones we

used before. Improving the quality of the raw materials, improve the quality of our end products. Trust

me. The workers will work harder and our products will be of higher quality."

She stared at me.

"Give me a week and you'll see the change," I added.

She looked at me.

"Alright. A week. I'll see."

I smirked. Perfect.

"Thank you," I took her hand and kissed it before leaving her office.

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Sawyer's POV:

I sat in my office, thinking. Ace had scared me earlier. The look he'd given me was a cold one. I felt a

pain in my chest just thinking of the way he looked at me.

He'd said he was in a bad mood. I didn't really believe that.

Maybe I was just imagining things.

I put a hand on my forehead and tried to calm down.

Maybe I really was just imagining shit.

Maybe because I hadn't eaten yet.

I stood up and got my car keys. It was lunch time by the way.

Heather's POV:

With a covered plastic plate full of Chinese noodles in one hand and a soda drink in another, I knocked

at Ace's door. He'd always bought me breakfast. And so I decided to get him lunch.

"Yep," I heard him say. I opened the door and got in.

His face brightened a little when he saw me. His smile was gorgeous. Recently, Ace was even more

good looking. I blushed and smiled back, putting the stuff on the table and taking a seat.

"For me?" he asked happily. He had beautiful lips.

"Uh yeah," I tucked my hair behind my ear, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"You're a darling. Thank you."

"No prob. Thought of bringing you something to eat. You always do that for me, so," I smiled. He smiled

back.

"Thank you so much once again. But I would really love for you to share this meal with me."

I looked at him.

"Please, I'll eat if you do."

I felt my face redden and I smiled shyly.

"Well, you're lucky I was given two plastic forks," I giggled, giving him one and taking one.

"Good. Bonne appetit," he smiled.

"Merci," I giggled.

We began eating and discussing.

He asked me to tell him about my life back in highschool. I did. We laughed and chatted. He was really

cool.

While I narrated my highschool life to him, he ate.

At a point he took a fork full of the noodles and put it in his mouth. Some soup ended up on his bottom

lip.

Like a dumbass, I watched him slowly lick it off. I was suddenly out of breath and stopped talking

without realising.

He looked at me in the eyes and gave me a knowing and mischievous smile. I felt some sort of sweet

feeling go through my body.

"You were saying?" he asked with that smile still on. I knew I was as red as a tomato.

I gulped and continued to speak, trying my best to ignore that distracting smile.

We went on eating and chatting. He was telling me about his college life with Keith and some other

friends.

He took another fork of noodles and I did same. He swallowed the food before going on with his story.

There was a little piece of noodle on his bottom lip that he did not know about.

Without thinking, like I wasn't me at the moment, I reached out and with my thumb, softly brushed it off

his lip.

When I'd reached out, he'd stopped talking until I brushed the piece of noodle off. He had very soft lips.

Why was I thinking that?

I snapped out of it, realising the moment.

I looked at Ace. There was slight surprise in his expression. I reddened and avoided his gaze. I then

stood up, nervously.

"Uh, better go now. I've got work," I mumbled, feeling my knees become shaky. He simply nodded at

me and

I quickly left his office.