Chapter 153: Chapter 153: I Just Love to Serve You
"Let Ivana say something nice for you in front of President Kane. My words hold too little weight in front of him, only Ivana can help you with this."
Secretary Sullivan had gathered all her courage to run to "GK Trendy" and find Ivana.
When Secretary Sullivan arrived, she had already thought everything through. She knew that it was wrong to trouble Ivana with this matter, and even if Ivana refused, she wouldn’t blame her.
Because Ivana wasn’t obliged to help her.
She came here, just like Derrick said, to make an effort. She liked her current job position and needed it, so she regarded this as a final struggle, a last attempt to fight for it.
When Secretary Sullivan found Ivana, Ivana was busy working around the clock in the studio.
Jacobs had brought Secretary Sullivan to Ivana’s studio. Seeing Ivana was busy, Jacobs softly said to Secretary Sullivan, "Ivana is finishing up this autumn collection now. If it’s not urgent, just quietly sit here and wait for her to finish!"
Jacobs added, "Ivana hasn’t had a good night’s sleep for this fashion show for several nights now."
Secretary Sullivan nodded and quietly sat aside, waiting for Ivana, watching Ivana work intently. Secretary Sullivan thought about Leon Keane’s cold expression while working. She couldn’t help but say that in terms of work, Ivana and President Kane are quite similar.
Ivana was busy for almost two hours.
As she completed the last detail and straightened her body, she felt a slight pain in her back.
Occupational disease!
Ivana was long used to it. She just frowned slightly, but her brows soon relaxed. Completing a finished piece was her happiest and proudest moment.
Ivana noticed Secretary Sullivan sitting on a chair at the corner of the wall. She gasped in slight surprise, "You..."
Ivana felt that Secretary Sullivan’s face was somewhat familiar, yet at the moment, she couldn’t recall where she had seen her.
What surprised Ivana the most was that she didn’t know when Secretary Sullivan arrived or how long she had been waiting there.
Secretary Sullivan immediately stood up, delightedly saying to Ivana, "Ivana, you’re amazing! The autumn collection you created is truly stunning; I really admire you!"
Two hours is quite a long time.
For Secretary Sullivan, it passed in the blink of an eye. She even forgot why she came to find Ivana. She watched Ivana meticulously crafting the autumn collection, each detail handled with such skill and unexpectedness. Secretary Sullivan’s admiration for Ivana wasn’t mere flattery; it was heartfelt.
Ivana’s face broke into a smile. "You’re too kind."
Secretary Sullivan babbled on, and Ivana maintained her smile until she was almost about to pick up Timmy from Wellbright Kindergarten.
Ivana asked Secretary Sullivan, "Did you come to find me for something?"
If Ivana hadn’t mentioned it, Secretary Sullivan would have forgotten her purpose.
Secretary Sullivan’s spirit changed quickly to distress. Her eyes reddened immediately, and she choked up, "Ivana, my surname is Sullivan, I’m the secretary to President Kane. I know I shouldn’t trouble you, but I really love my current position and don’t want to be transferred to the logistics to be a receptionist."
"Ivana, can you plead on my behalf to President Kane?"
Ivana frowned; this was a matter within Leon Keane’s company, and technically, she shouldn’t meddle.
"Have you expressed your thoughts to Leon Keane?" Ivana asked.
Secretary Sullivan shook her head, her eyes reddened. "I don’t dare."
Secretary Sullivan was straightforward. She was afraid of Leon Keane, didn’t even dare ask questions, let alone express her inner thoughts.
Secretary Sullivan still remembered the recent unfortunate incident with Derrick Stern, who was just transferred abroad. President Kane always kept his word; if she displeased him, it wouldn’t be as simple as being transferred to logistics. It might be like Derrick Stern—to be transferred abroad. That would be disastrous for her.
Ivana saw Secretary Sullivan like a frightened little rabbit. Was Leon Keane really that intimidating?
Ivana wanted to advise Secretary Sullivan that such matters are best directly discussed with Leon Keane. But seeing Secretary Sullivan about to cry, she swallowed her words.
Secretary Sullivan cried, "Ivana, if you find it difficult, then never mind. I’ll head back first."
Secretary Sullivan wiped away her tears, but the tears seemed to defy her, never wiping clean. She felt a little disappointed and turned to leave Ivana’s studio.
Ivana watched Secretary Sullivan leave without saying a word.
She wasn’t aware of the reason behind Leon Keane’s actions; nor could she promise Secretary Sullivan to plead with Leon Keane just because she came asking for it.
In company management, relying solely on personal relations could quickly lead a company to fail.
If Secretary Sullivan had committed a grave mistake, Ivana wouldn’t be able to help her either.
Ivana intended to inquire when she saw Leon Keane. If Secretary Sullivan hadn’t made a major mistake, she might discuss it with Leon Keane.
Furthermore, some matters are difficult to discuss with Leon Keane. Ivana feared that giving Secretary Sullivan hope could worsen her disappointment.
While working, Ivana had put her phone on silent mode. Picking up her phone, she saw a just-missed call; the display showed Leon Keane.
Ivana’s cheeks warmed slightly, and she was about to call back when he dialed again.
Ivana answered the call.
"Hmm?"
"Why didn’t you answer my call again?" The voice on the other end sounded angry.
"I was rushing the autumn collection, so I had my phone on silent," Ivana explained truthfully.
Leon Keane was silent for two seconds, seeming to improve his mood. "This time, I’ll forgive you. Come downstairs! I’m at your company’s entrance."
Ivana was slightly surprised; what was he doing at her company’s entrance?
Ivana hung up the phone, packed the completed new autumn collection, locked the studio door, gave Jacobs a few instructions, then took the elevator downstairs.
Downstairs.
The silver Bugatti Veyron greeted Ivana’s sight with its audacity. It brazenly parked at the building’s entrance.
A crowd had already gathered, mixed with both men and women, mostly women, looking at the ostentatious luxury car with envious eyes. Watching a man step out of the driver’s seat, with looks more appealing than a popular male celebrity, their mouths formed an "Oh" shape.
He’s unbelievably handsome!
Leon Keane courteously opened the passenger door for Ivana, causing envy and jealousy among all the women spectators. Such an attractive man, with such a luxurious limited-edition car, stopped here just for a woman—did this woman save the galaxy in a past life?
Ivana got into the car, and Leon Keane helped her fasten the seatbelt. Her cheeks reddened again.
"I can fasten it myself."
Leon Keane took the opportunity to kiss her red lips and said, "I just love to serve you."
Ivana’s face felt hot and flushed, "Don’t do that, there are cameras outside."
Leon Keane saw her apple-red cheeks, tightened his throat, and smiled, "Why fuss? We’re getting married soon. Even if it gets exposed, it doesn’t matter."