When Love Comes Late

Luna eyed Stella from head to toe.

She was certain that this newcomer was just a numbskull.

Out of spite, she vowed to make Stella suffer.

Luna’s conniving mind got to work immediately.

She decided to give Stella the most difficult task on ground.

“Here you go.

This is your first task as ordered by Mr.

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Currently, everyone is on the verge of completing the projects they have been working on.

The only task left is concerning the choice of background music for the company’s upcoming anniversary party.

” As Luna held the necessary document, her tone was natural.

“Your job is to communicate with the other party and make sure the background music is confirmed ASAP.

”

Stella frowned and asked, “Is there anything else I must know?”

The choice of background music was one of the simplest aspects that went into a banquet preparation.

As such, it was odd that it was still not done.

Luna was hell-bent on making Stella suffer, so she didn’t bother explaining.

She just threw the document to Stella and said, “The client involved will come later.

You’ll know all about it when you guys meet.

”

With that, she went straight to her desk.

Stella shrugged instead of asking any more questions.

For some peace and quiet, she went into the meeting room while flipping through the document.

The second the door was shut, a discussion broke out in the office again.

“This newcomer is doomed.

Henry is not an easy person to work with.

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Not only is he picky, he’s also a pervert.

I shudder at the thought of what he would do to her.

”

“You are not alone.

Anyway, I wish her good luck.

”

In the meeting room, Stella studied all there was to know about the task and the client she would be meeting.

The client was a pianist named Henry Scott.

The company’s management was interested in using his piano piece at the 30th anniversary party which was just around the corner.

For some unknown reason, they were yet to reach an agreement.

She had just finished the last page of the document when the door of the meeting room was pushed open.

A man wearing a pair of jeans and a casual shirt with rolled-up sleeves came in.

Stella stood up immediately and smiled.

“Hello, Mr.

Scott.

Thanks for coming.

I’m Stella Anderson and I will be responsible for discussing the cooperation concerning the use of your piece for the upcoming anniversary banquet.

Please, have a seat.

”

“Okay,” Henry replied and pulled out the chair beside Stella.