GoodReadDorothy lifted her gaze to him as her brow furrowed slightly.
She wasn't ignorant of the logic he was trying to convey, but the thought of deaths at the construction site was something she couldn't bear.
"And did you know that several of the workers are willing to die on site?" Dorothy was taken aback. She found such a statement absurd.
Lane shrugged with a small smile. He gestured for Austin to leave, indicating that he wanted a word with Dorothy. "If they die on the job, the company pays out a hefty sum. It's an amount they may never earn in a lifetime of hard labor. Our construction site's compensation rate is much higher than that of other companies. I've even insured the project, so don't fret over it." "Isn't that just your personal perspective?” It was unimaginable that anyone would want to die.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"There are many people in the world who commit suicide. Are they all a result of my perspective?” Dorothy struggled to find a response.
Lane chuckled. "I know you're kind-hearted and want every worker to come to work safely, happily take their pay, and return home. But everyone's situation is different. I've done my best for them, Dorothy. I'm a businessman." A businessman's priority is profit.
"I understand.” "So then..." "But | don't agree." Dorothy finished speaking and turned to leave.
Lane quickly stopped her, eager to explain, "See, there have been no casualties on the site, right? | promise to assign more supervisors to the site and replace their safety helmets with new ones." "Lane, | hope you're making these decisions out of genuine concern for your workers, not to impress me." "I swear, | don't want any negative publicity either." Lane raised his hand, as if taking an oath.
Dorothy sighed deeply and settled for this compromise.
After returning to her office, she sat down and switched on her computer.
A glance at her phone revealed an unread message on WhatsApp.
[Morning.] It was the driver.
If he had added "E" at the end, she almost would've thought it was Everett messaging her.
[Morning, what's up?] [Sorry about the car accident. I've arranged for some gifts to be sent to you. | hope you'll accept them.] Dorothy raised an eyebrow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe driver seemed quite well-off. How else could he arrange for others to buy gifts on his behalf? [That's not necessary. The accident wasn't a big deal, and the car's been fully repaired. You don't need to feel bad.] No sooner had she replied to his message than an unknown number called her.
After picking up, it turned out to be from a local delivery service.
"Ms. Sanchez, right? Someone's sent some items for you. Where should | deliver them?" With no other choice, Dorothy relayed her location to the delivery person.
After hanging up, she messaged the driver. [You're too kind! Now I'm the one feeling awkward.] [It's my apology. | hope you'll accept it.] Meanwhile, in the office of the president of Lopez Corporation.
Everett looked at the day's conversations on his phone as a subtle smile played on his lips.
He'd asked Kevin for advice on how to keep a conversation going, and Kevin suggested finding common interests, discussing shared topics, or simply sending gifts. Out of politeness, the recipient would generally respond with more conversation.
Everett had chosen the simplest and most direct approach.
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