Nash picked up his tray and walked over to the table where the
woman who suggested getting chowder was sitting. She was
watching a video while enjoying her meal, bursting intoughter at
times.
When she saw Nash approaching, she immediately put away her phone and asked, “Are you a supplier
or apany executive?”
“Executive,” Nash replied.
Taking a seat on the chilly chair, Nash nced at the woman’s tray
and noticed that she had poured chowder over the mashed potatoes.
The woman grinned. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a managere to
this floor of the cafeteria.”
Her tone was normal, but Nash felt it was unusually grating.
Frankie approached them with two bowls of chowder and ced one
in front of Nash. Nash took a sip from the stainless steel bowl, and
his expression immediately darkened.
It was so salty.
He turned to look at the other employees relishing their meals at their
tables.
Nash took a determined gulp and then swallowed forcefully.
Frankie picked up a piece of chicken breast, chewed it slowly, and swallowed. He grew up in a poverty-
stricken vige and had even
chewed on tree bark in his early years.
Although he had earned quite a bit of money in recent years, he remained true to his original
aspirations and worked hard without
acting as though he was superior to others.
Nash stirred the chowder with his spoon. Besides some parsley, there was nothing else in it.
The woman across from him could not help but chuckle. “Don’t be surprised, it’s all about creativity and
skills. Just a spoonful of fresh
milk can make it better.”
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Nash said nothing and just picked up his cutlery to eat. The potatoes were hard, practically
undercooked. He had to pour the chowder into the potatoes and mix them to make it more ptable.
“Let’s call the manager of the Life Department to join us for lunch,” Nash said while digging into his
food.
Frankie mulled over his suggestion. “He might find an excuse to
decline.”
“Give me his phone number. I’ll invite him myself,” Nash said sternly
Employees from the Inspection Department all held managerial positions, and their authority surpassed
all other departments in thepany. They even had the power to investigate the CEO.
“Mr. Hughes suggested that you keep your identity confidential,”
Frankie reminded.
Nash nodded, saying, “I’ll first approach him as a regr member of the Inspection Department.”
Hearing that, Frankie took out his phone and dialed the number of the
manager of the Life Department. The call was quickly answered. Hello, Mr. Jenkins!”
Frankie chuckled. “Mr. Schwartz, have you eaten? I’d like to invite you.
for a meal.”
Arnauld Schwartz remained silent for a moment before he smiled and
asked, “You want to treat me to a meal? Mr. Jenkins, are you nning
to investigate me?”
Having no substantial interaction with the Legal Department, Arnauld
found it strange to be invited for a meal by the manager of the Legal
Department.
Frankieughed. “Mr. Schwartz, you jest. We have a new colleague joining the Inspection Department
today, and he wants us to show him around. Do you understand what I mean?”
Arnauldughed heartily. “I understand, I understand. Which restaurant? I’lle over right away. I just
got back from a trip, and I’m starving!”
“Cafeteria 3, first floor.”
“The cafeteria?”
Arnauld looked bewildered for a moment but then smiled and said, “I suddenly recall that I have
something to do. Let’s reschedule for another day.”
Nash snatched Frankie’s phone and said politely, “Mr. Schwartz, I’m the new member of the Inspection
Department. Could you pleasee to Cafeteria 3?”
Arnauld responded casually, “I have something urgent to do now and don’t have time to spare.”
“I’ll give you 15 minutes. If you’re not here in 15 minutes, then don’t bothering to the office
anymore,” Nash retorted coldly when he heard what the man said.