The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 59
Louisa smiled contently at the well–behaved child before her, urging her to eat up. After she finished eating, they chatted a bit
until Arabella’s phone rang, and Louisa left with the tray.
“I’m home” came from Romeo over the phone.
“You gave me so many clothes, I can’t wear them all,” Arabella asked. “Can you return some?”
She really did have a lot of clothes; it’d be a waste not to wear them all! Better off selling them and making some dough to put
towards medical research.
“No worries, you can wear them slowly,” Romeo answered affectionately. “Can I take you out tomorrow? Anywhere you want to
go?”
“I have work.”
Work? Romeo was taken aback. “A summer job?”
“Sort of.”
“Did your parents agree?”
“Um” It was their company, after all.
“Where? I can drop you off.”
“No need; it’s close to my place.”
“Why do you want to work?” Romeo was a bit heartbroken.
Was it because she was short on spending money?
But then again, he did give her a blank check for every surgery she performed; so it probably wasn’t about money.
“Just for fun; nothing else to do during the summer.”
Otherwise, she’d have no choice but to accept the money her parents transferred to her.

“You can come hang out at my place.” Romeo’s voice rang out again: “It’s fun here.”
Arabella was speechless.
Romeo added in his magnetic voice, “You can do whatever you want. I can also take care of you.”
“No need.”
“Think it over.” This was the first time in his life that he’d personally recruited someone.
But Arabella declined without a second thought, saying, “Thanks, but I already have a job.” “Must you go?”
“Yep.”
“Then come over and hang for a couple of days. If it’s not fun, come to my place.”
Romeo didn’t want her working a summer job outside because it meant he wouldn’t see her during working hours.
She hadn’t really entered society yet and didn’t know how complicated it can be,
What if someone took advantage of her?
The next morning.
As soon as Attlee stepped through the company door, he noticed the secretary standing not far away, looking like he’d been
waiting for quite a while.. Attlee was in a good mood this morning; he greeted the secretary with a grin and said, “Ben, you’re
here early today.”
“Mr. Murphy, thank God you’re here!” Ben seemed incredibly anxious, almost on the verge of tears.“Big trouble! Several
companies called today, saying they’re cutting ties with us!”
“Did the contract expire?”
“No.”
“Then they’re not satisfied with the current profit sharing? That’s nothing; you can negotiate with them.”
They’re saying they’ll never work with us again! We’re on their blacklist!”

At his words, Attlee was stunned.
“Why?”
He was caught off guard by the sudden news: “Is it a price issue, or did they find a better partner?”