Bright and Daniel exchanged a confused glance, their faces scrunched up in puzzlement."What money?" they reply in unison, their voices laced with genuine confusion.Armand's expression remains calm, but his eyes narrow slightly. "Don't play dumb, gentlemen. If you want my forgiveness, you need to be completely honest with me."Bright and Daniel look at each other again, their confusion evident. "But...we didn't take any money," Bright says, his voice laced with bewilderment.Daniel nodded in agreement, his eyes wide with confusion. "Yeah, we have no clue what money you're talking about, Mr. Armstrong."Armand reached out for his phone and placed a call, his eyes fixed on Bright and Daniel. After a brief moment, Vanessa answered, "Hello, Sir. What can I do for you?"Armand's response was curt. "My office, now. Your attention is needed."He hung up without waiting for a response. Bright and Daniel exchanged a nervous glance, their minds racing with possibilities.Five minutes later,
Armand stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his simple yet elegant outfit - a white dress shirt and black trousers.He looked at himself once more, ensuring every detail was okay. Satisfied, he gave himself a nod of approval.He headed out of his room, walked to the garage, and got into his sleek black car. The engine purred to life as he started the ignition. With a smooth motion, he backed out of the garage and drove off into the evening, ready for his date with Carla.Armand arrived at the location Carla sent him. He parked his car and stepped out, gazing around at the modern architecture and lush greenery. He was impressed by the ample parking space, a rarity in this bustling area.As he continued to admire the exterior, a voice pierced the air, screaming his name. "Armand!" He turned towards the sound, his eyes scanning the direction it came from. That's when he sees Carla waving enthusiastically at him from across the parking lot.He started walking towards her. As he appro
Armand's expression turned from calm to shock, his eyes widening in fear as his tattoo glowed brighter. His mind raced with questions: "How is this possible? The tattoo is only visible to me, a sign of my time travel. Does the god of time want me to complete my mission now? Has the boy also been sent back in time? How do I explain this to Carla? She's never seen it before and isn't supposed to know about my true identity?"His thoughts swirled in chaos, Armand's eyes darting between the boy and Carla, unsure of what to do next. The boy's excitement and Carla's confusion only added to his anxiety. He knew he had to keep his time travel a secret, but the glowing tattoo threatened to expose him.With a deep breath, Armand tried to compose himself, his voice steady as he asked the boy, “Can you see something in my arm?" The boy nodded yes.Armand's mind started racing ahead, searching for a way to conceal the truth and complete his mission without revealing his true identity.Summoning
Carla walked up to Armand, a sly grin spreading across her face as she pulled out a scarf from her pocket. "What's that?" Armand asked, his curiosity piqued."A blindfold," Carla replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Armand's eyes narrowed, "Who's it meant for?"Carla let out a throaty laugh, "You, of course! What a silly question!"Armand vehemently rejected the idea, "No way, Carla. I am not going to let you blindfold me."But Carla persisted, her persuasion wearing down Armand's resistance. Finally, he relented, and Carla eagerly tied the blindfold around his eyes.She took his hand, leading him through the darkness. Armand stumbled, his senses disoriented, as Carla guided him up a staircase. The steps creaked beneath their feet, and Armand's anxiety grew with each step.At the top of the stairs, Carla removed the blindfold.Carla screamed, "Tada!" her voice echoing through the rooftop terrace. Armand rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light after being blindfolded. As h
Armand asked, "The meaning of what?" As he turned around to calmly face Mr. Peters. He stood tall, his eyes locked onto Mr. Peters, his expression serene.Mr. Peters' face was red with rage, his eyes bulging, and his veins visible beneath his skin. His body was tense, his fists clenched, and his jaw clenched. He looked like he was about to explode.Just then, Daniel hurried into the office and greeted Armand, "Good morning, Sir!"Mr. Peter repeated his question, his voice rising in anger, "What is the meaning of this?!"Armand feigned confusion, "What are you talking about, Mr. Peter?"Mr. Peters condescendingly pointed at Daniel, "Him! You've appointed him as my assistant?!"A fake look of realization dawned on Armand's face, "Oh. Well, I have appointed Daniel to serve as your assistant, the same way you were assistant general manager to Aaron."Armand's tone was calm and matter-of-fact, but his eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, as if he knew he was stirring up a hornet's nest.M
Lily laughed and said, "My bad." She then proceeded to explain, "Rose is my co-worker.”A look of understanding dawned on Armand's face. He nodded and then asked, "And what decision did she make that I supposedly supported?"Lily continued, "Well, Rose was nervous about telling her family and friends that she's having a baby out of wedlock, but I told her that you said it was okay as long as they're in love. And she really appreciated your support."Armand's eyes widened, and he said, "Oooh." He looked amused and slightly embarrassed, realizing that he had inadvertently become a part of someone else's personal conversation.Lily asked Armand, "Do you want your coffee the same as last time?"Armand nodded, "Yes, please."Lily got to work preparing his coffee, and as she brought out a cup, she said, "You know, Mr. Armstrong, I think you need a P.A."Armand's expression turned confused, "What for?"Lily shrugged her shoulders, "So you wouldn't have to come down and get your coffee yourse
Armand asked Lily, "Hey, Lily, would you like to work with Sophia?"Lily's expression turned contemplative, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the question.She turned to Sophia and asked, "Okay, let's see how much you know about coffee. What's the difference between a latte and a cappuccino?"Sophia replied confidently, "A latte has a higher milk-to-coffee ratio, with a thin layer of foam on top. A cappuccino has a stronger coffee flavour, with a thicker layer of foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon or cocoa powder."Lily's eyes lit up, impressed. "That's correct! What about a macchiato?"Sophia smiled. "A macchiato is a shot of espresso 'marked' with a small amount of milk."Lily nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Okay, let's move on to customer service. How would you handle a happy customer?"Sophia replied, "I'd smile, thank them for their business, and ask if they need anything else. I'd also try to engage them in conversation to build a rapport."Lily asked, "What about a
Armand thanked Mr. Linton for the recommendation, and they walked outside Armand's office, where Vanessa was already standing.Mr. Linton's face lit up with a warm smile as he approached Vanessa. "Ah, Vanessa! Thank you once again for responding promptly when I called."Vanessa blushed, looking pleased. “You're welcome, Mr. Linton."Turning to Armand, Mr. Linton began to sing Vanessa's praises, "I've worked with her for a while, and I must say, she's one of the most efficient and dedicated professionals I've ever met. You're lucky to have her on your team, Armand."Vanessa smiled, looking grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Linton.”Turning to Armand, she said, “Mr. Linton was the one who helped me get this job at the Armstrong empire. I'll always be grateful for that."Mr. Linton turned to Armand, his expression serious. "Treat her well, Armand. She's an invaluable person, and you don't want to lose her."Armand nodded, smiling. "Trust me, Mr. Linton, I know."Mr. Linton nodded, seeming to acc