Chapter 5 Immersed in a Deep Conversation with You

Laura stared at the towering Smith family building across the street, and an idea suddenly came to her mind. She stood up resolutely, left the coffee shop, and strode across the street.

"Hello, I'm looking for Quincy Quincy." Laura came to the front desk and stated her purpose directly.

The receptionist was a girl in her twenties, who was looking down at her nails. When she heard the voice, she looked up and casually glanced at Laura, then said disapprovingly, "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Laura replied.

"Miss, I'm sorry." The receptionist's eyes returned to the nails again without even a glance at Laura.

Laura said patiently: "Tell him my last name is Lowe ." She was actually not sure whether what the man said yesterday still counted, or whether his meaning was consistent with her current thoughts.

"Our president is very busy, and not just anyone can see him." The receptionist's tone was full of disdain.

Laura was dressed casually today, with her hair tied up in a simple ponytail and no makeup on her face, looking a few years younger than her actual age. The receptionist looked down on her even more, and when she saw that Laura had no intention of leaving, she couldn't help but show an impatient look on her face.

Laura took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and secretly regretted throwing away the business card.

"I'm telling you, you'd better hurry..." The receptionist was suddenly interrupted by a male voice.

" Miss Lowe." A strange man in a black suit appeared at the front desk and greeted with a smile on his face, "Hugh."

The front desk clerk's expression instantly became respectful. Laura turned around following the voice and looked at the man in front of her with a confused look on her face.

"Do you know me?" she asked doubtfully.

Hugh smiled, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, because he was the one who was responsible for investigating Laura's information last night.

"You're here to see Quincy, right? I'll take you upstairs." Hugh said, then turned to the stunned receptionist and said, "Next time Miss Lowe comes to see the president, just report directly."

"Yes, yes, yes." The receptionist agreed hurriedly, and her previous carelessness had long disappeared. She was uneasy, wondering if she had offended someone important.

Laura followed Hugh to the CEO's special elevator. When they arrived at the CEO's office, Quincy was looking down at the documents attentively. Hugh took the person in and left.

Laura sat on the sofa, quietly watching the man working hard. She had to admit that she did not suffer any loss last night. This man was the best in both appearance and temperament. He was wild and uninhibited when he took off his clothes, but he looked restrained and gentle when he put on clothes and glasses. No matter how you looked at him, he was perfect.

Laura was a little fascinated, until the man's clear voice suddenly rang out: "Are you satisfied?"

Laura suddenly woke up and quickly turned to look out the window, trying to cover up her gaffe. Quincy took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and then looked at the girl on the sofa. Today she looked like an underage girl. If he didn't know her real age and verified that she was mature, he would never do it.

"Come here." He leaned his elbows on the table and hooked his index finger at Laura. Laura walked to him and sat down obediently. Quincy curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Laura calmed down and asked, "Why me? People like you can have thousands of women willing to be with you just by waving your finger."

Hearing this, Quincy coughed twice and looked at her and said, "If I have to give a reason, it's that I really like the feeling of having a deep communication with you."

Laura's ears turned red and her eyes widened at these explicit words. Why was this person so direct? This was only their second meeting! If there was any communication, it was only last night!