booktalesy Chapter 239 Reversal
Chapter 239 Reversal
Chapter 239 Reversal
John Crosby has gone mad, that's what everyone at Ice Point Brokers is thinking right now.
Just an hour ago, John emerged from President Niang's office, a symbol of power and pressure, and his imposing appearance still sends shivers down everyone's spines.
His face was as gloomy as the Atlantic Ocean before a storm, every wrinkle seemed to hold the fury about to erupt, and the low pressure emanating from him was enough to make the air conditioners within a ten-meter radius automatically lower the temperature by three degrees.
But who could have predicted that when John reappeared in the office area, he would have completely changed, looking like a different person altogether.
His face not only lost all its gloom, but also radiated an almost eerie joy. He walked with a light and quick step, and even hummed a country tune while tidying up his personal belongings on his desk.
Although the off-key melody was particularly jarring in the quiet office area, everyone could sense his joyful mood.
"Oh my god, could he have suffered a mental breakdown from the shock?" Amy, the intern sitting diagonally across from John, nudged Mark, the senior employee next to her, and asked in a low voice, her face full of confusion.
Mark frowned, his eyes filled with confusion. "Logically, this shouldn't be the case. It's just being fired, it shouldn't be this serious, right?"
Not only ordinary employees, but even Niang, who had just learned of this strange news from his secretary, couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Is this kid thinking of doing something drastic?" As the company president, Niang's biggest worry is that an employee might have an accident during work. If word gets out, not only will the company's reputation be damaged, but it could also lead to a lot of trouble.
After much deliberation, Niang decided that a swift and decisive action was the safest course of action.
He immediately dialed the HR department, his tone urgent and tinged with barely perceptible panic: "Get John Crosby's resignation processed as soon as possible, don't drag it out. Agree to all his requests as long as they're not unreasonable, and get him out of the company as quickly as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Niang was still praying silently, "Please don't let anything go wrong, let him leave quickly, lest things get complicated."
John, however, was no longer paying attention to Niang's little scheme.
For him, Ice Point Brokerage was a cage that prevented him from making a fortune, and leaving the company was like being reborn.
So when the HR staff contacted him to process his resignation, he was as eager as if he were going to an awards ceremony. He signed and handed over his work in one go, so efficiently that the HR specialist couldn't help but take a few extra glances at him, wondering if this person really had something wrong with his brain.
After completing all the formalities, John carried a cardboard box containing his belongings from his many years working at the company.
He strode out of the Ice Point Brokerage Company, threw the cardboard box into the trunk of his old Chevrolet, then climbed into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and the car sped off like an arrow toward the airport.
Come back home?
At this point, why go home? Of course, you should go and flatter your client, Charlize Theron, a superstar destined to shine in Hollywood.
In his view, as long as he could maintain a good relationship with Theron, future wealth and resources would be within easy reach.
Meanwhile, in his luxury apartment on New York's Upper East Side, Ernst was walking downstairs in comfortable loungewear.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw a scene that left him somewhat puzzled.
Charlize Theron was lounging on the sofa in a silk robe, while Royce stood beside her, looking embarrassed and unsure of what to do with her hands in front of her, like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.
"What's wrong?" Ernst raised an eyebrow, walked over to the sofa, sat down, and asked curiously.
Upon hearing Ernst's voice, Royce grasped at a lifeline and quickly said, "Boss, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room."
As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards his room as if being chased by a flood, disappearing from Ernst's sight in the blink of an eye.
Watching Reus flee in disarray, Ernst became even more puzzled.
He turned to look at Theron and found that she still had that cold expression, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, a veritable ice beauty.
Just as Ernst was about to ask again, Theron broke the silence first, her tone flat but with a hint of barely perceptible dissatisfaction: "I can't wear my underwear anymore."
Ernst's mind went blank for a few seconds upon hearing this. Then, he suddenly remembered that there was indeed a purple rag on the carpet in the master bedroom.
He had no recollection of how he tore the woman's underwear; he only vaguely remembered that the atmosphere between them was just right last night. As for the details that followed, they had long been washed away by alcohol and lust.
"So, you had Royce and the others buy you underwear?"
Ernst suddenly realized why Reuss had looked so threatened and why everyone else had stayed in their rooms. It turned out it was because of this.
"Go change your clothes, we can go out and buy them later."
To Ernst's surprise, Theron shook her head and firmly refused, "I don't have the habit of going out without a bra."
Upon hearing this, Ernst couldn't help but wonder: Could this be considered a plus?
In his impression, most European and American women are more open-minded, especially Hollywood actresses, who take their unrestrained behavior to the extreme.
Let alone going out without a bra, some female celebrities, in order to attract attention and gain traffic, will even deliberately choose some daringly designed clothes to expose their private parts. After the photos make the headlines, they will stand up and pretend to be victims, tearfully accusing the media of disrespecting their privacy.
Like all men, Ernst had a double standard.
He wanted to go out naked to feast his eyes on other people's wives.
But if his woman only shows a cleavage, he will feel it's too revealing.
Therefore, Theron's habit of not going out without a bra is indeed an advantage in his eyes.
"That's easy." Ernst immediately came up with a solution. "Just call the apartment reception and have them send someone to buy it for you."
The apartment they live in provides services like cleaning and a private chef, so buying underwear shouldn't be too difficult.
Upon hearing this, Theron slowly turned his head and looked directly at Ernst.
Ernst felt uneasy under that look; he sensed that besides stubbornness, there was also a hint of grievance hidden in the other person's eyes.
"So, in your eyes, I'm just a toy you can throw away at will, right?"
Theron's tone instantly turned colder, each word seeming to have been pulled from an icebox: "Everything you said before was a lie, wasn't it?"
Her ears involuntarily echoed Ernst's lewd remarks: "We can be very good friends, and if you ever want to end this relationship, I will absolutely not interfere."
In Theron's view, the subtext of this statement is: I can support you, and if you ever want to find a man to marry, just tell me, and I won't stop you.
Ernst was completely bewildered by Theron's question, his brow furrowing deeply. "What did I lie to you about?"
Theron raised her voice, her tone filled with dissatisfaction, "You won't even let a door-to-door delivery person bring me some underwear, and this is the kind of friend you call yourself?"
She emphasized the word "friend" with extra force, as if she were stressing something, or perhaps venting her grievances.
Didn't you say you wanted to be my sugar daddy? Is this what you call being a sugar daddy?
Ernst was a little confused. Didn't you just say that you should have the receptionist come up and buy you underwear?
After listening to Charlize Theron's explanation for a while, he finally understood that high-end brands do offer in-home services. Staff would bring the latest products to the customer's door for selection, but an additional service fee would be charged.
After all that, it turns out the "door-to-door service" they were referring to was this door-to-door service, not the apartment front desk.
Ernst wanted to laugh. So that's what she really meant. She's still just a little girl, throwing a tantrum.
However, to be honest, Ernst truly did not know, and he had never enjoyed such service.
"Why don't you just have them come to your door?" Ernst said somewhat helplessly. "It's not like I said I wouldn't pay."
If Channister were there, he would have paid for some clothes; he just doesn't give women pocket money.
"Who asked you to spend money?" Theron retorted without hesitation, her tone still carrying a hint of arrogance.
When Ernst heard this, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Then what have you been doing all this time?"
"Do you think they'll come running just because I make a phone call? Who am I? I'm just a small-time actor, not some big shot. How could those brands possibly come running whenever they want?"
Ernst thought about it carefully and realized that Theron's words made sense.
Those high-end brands' door-to-door service is definitely not something just anyone can enjoy. If someone could just make a phone call and give an address, and the other party would come running to their door, wouldn't the staff have to drive around the city aimlessly every day?
Thinking of this, Ernst took out his phone and found the number for Wells Fargo's private customer service.
He knew that top-tier banks like Wells Fargo would definitely provide various special services for VIP clients, and he certainly didn't ask about things like contacting brands to deliver clothes to their homes.
After the call was connected, Ernst briefly explained his needs to the customer service representative, who quickly agreed and said they would contact the relevant brand as soon as possible to arrange on-site service.
After hanging up the phone, Ernst looked up at Theron, only to find the other looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Why four in the afternoon?" Theron asked, puzzled. "It's only noon now, why wait until so late?"
Ernst stood up, walked up to Theron, a wicked smile on his face, and a hint of cunning in his eyes. "Because I think some people need to be taught a lesson, to show her what it means to be well-behaved."
Before Theron could react, Ernst reached out and swept her up in his arms.
Theron was startled by this sudden action and instinctively exclaimed, "Are you an animal?"
Unfortunately, her complaints went unanswered. Ernst picked her up and strode towards the stairs, leaving behind coffee cups that hadn't been cleaned up in the living room, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.
Transform, my Queen.
That night, Hollywood's entertainment industry was in complete uproar.
The pages of major media outlets were almost entirely filled with photos of Ernst and Charlize Theron.
Old flame gone, time to find new love?
Previously, he was often seen with actress Jennifer Connelly, appearing frequently in public. However, today, reporters photographed him with a stunningly beautiful and mysterious woman at an upscale restaurant on New York's Upper East Side.
Who is she?
What is the relationship between her and Ernst?
What will become of Jennifer Connelly?
Most media outlets don't recognize Charlize Theron; after all, she's just a struggling actress in Hollywood with little fame.
But this doesn't stop the media from hoping to see the two women fighting over a man, preferably in the street.
Niang, who was staying up late in his office watching the news, was so excited when he saw Charlize Theron in the photo that he stood up from his chair, almost dropping his coffee cup.
His own company's artist had hooked up with Ernst? Niang felt like God had dropped a huge pile of gold right into his arms.
He glanced at the time; it was only 8 p.m. Niang quickly found the other person's number on his phone.
I dialed three times, but each time the call was immediately disconnected.
Niang's smile froze instantly, and an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart. Could this be copper-clad iron?
Just then, he suddenly thought of John Crosby and John's unusual behavior that day.
Niang slapped his thigh, cursing inwardly, "Damn it! You didn't even tell me something this important! If you had told me earlier that Theron and Ernst were connected, who the hell would have dared to fire you? I would have treated you like royalty by now."
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, but he knew now was not the time to complain.
Niang took a deep breath, tried to compose himself, and then pulled out John's phone.
To Niang's surprise, his call to John had the exact same result as his call to Theron: the call was hung up on both times.
Niang's mood plummeted instantly, his face even more somber than when John had left his office earlier.
He became increasingly panicked and dialed the human resources department again.
The first two calls went unanswered, but the call was finally connected on the third attempt.
Niang, who had been suppressing his anger all night, suddenly found an outlet. He yelled into the phone, "Are you fucking eating dog shit? It took you so long to answer the phone!"
The HR specialist on the other end of the phone was also furious. She was having dinner with her family at home when Niang's call interrupted her, and she was immediately scolded.
Suppressing her anger, she coldly said, "Boss, it's after get off work hours. I've finished my work for the day. Isn't it normal not to answer work calls after get off work hours? Have you forgotten American labor laws?"
In the United States, ordinary employees have a very clear distinction between work and life.
But Nion didn't care about any of that right now. He yelled into the phone, "I'm asking you, how's the process for John Crosby's resignation contract? Is it finished?"
"It's all done," the HR specialist replied calmly. "All the formalities were completed for him this afternoon, and he has signed to confirm them."
"Who the hell told you to process his resignation so quickly?" Hearing that it was already done, Nion's anger flared even more.
The HR specialist could no longer tolerate Nyang's insults. She yelled into the phone, "F*** you! You trashy old pervert! I quit!"