One Night Surprise

Chapter 32

Alexander continued to gaze out of the window, but he was no longer in the mood to enjoy the view outside. What Britney said earlier made him reflect on his recent actions. It‘s true; I‘ve really been treating Courtney especially well. Is it just because she saved Jordan? But if that‘s all it is, I‘ve already arranged for Josh and the housekeeper to show her my appreciation previously. Yet, I ended up sending her daughter to Sapphire Kindergarten; / even allowed Jordan to attend classes with Tina–all of this wasn‘t part of my plan. He felt overwhelmed by all the confusing emotions as he thought about this.

There was a slight jam on the way to the hotel, so they only arrived around noon. The hotel managers and staff on duty were all positioned in two straight lines as they greeted Alexander. He walked down the pathway in the middle and glanced at all the staff to see Courtney standing at the very end of the line. He couldn’t stop himself from taking a longer look at her. They‘re all wearing the same uniforms, but why does she look more elegant than the rest of them? Did she add that silk scarf to her uniform? That plain, green colored scarf is tied around her neck so beautifully.

Courtney couldn’t help but realize how Alexander slowed himself down to stare at her. “What is it, President Duncan?” she asked.

He frowned the moment he came back to his senses. “Your badge is crooked.” He then strode off, taking large steps as he entered the hotel. Courtney lowered her head to stare at the perfectly straight badge on her chest. “But it’s not crooked,” she mumbled as she looked at it puzzledly.

Once Alexander arrived, he gathered all of the hotel managers for a meeting on the second floor to discuss the company’s annual celebration that was happening at the end of next month. They had already decided to host the annual celebration in that hotel itself, but they hadn’t come up with a proper plan. The Sunhill Hotel was a business endeavor that Alexander started after he took over the Sunhill Enterprise at the age of 20. Although he had only been developing the business for 10 years, the results were amazing-the Sunhill Hotel was now a chain hotel that had various branches all over the country. The hotel that Courtney was working in was the first branch of the Sunhill Hotel that Alexander had designed and built personally. The place held great value and meaning to him; it therefore made sense for the company’s centennial celebration to be hosted in that very branch.

“This centennial celebration is also a good opportunity to promote the company...” While the higher ups were all engaged in the discussion during the meeting, Courtney found herself nodding off. She was simply a trainee, so she sat at the very end of the table. She had been pretending to take notes in her notebook, but all she did was doodle a pageful of turtles on it.

“These solutions are too outdated. Does anyone else have any other suggestions?” Alexander’s voice echoed throughout the room. Courtney pressed her lips together before she lowered her head to hide the fact that she was yawning. When is this going to end? I‘m starving. “What do you think, Miss Hunter?”

“What?” Courtney lifted her head in surprise. She only jumped onto her feet once she saw that everyone was staring at her. “Yes? Did you ask for me, President Duncan?”

He glanced at her with his usual emotionless expression. “Everyone expressed their opinions earlier. Don’t you have anything to add on to that, Miss Hunter? We’re talking about the centennial celebration here.”

She took a deep, thoughtful breath before she began to speak. “Well, I do have an idea, but I need a little more time to think about it. I didn’t expect the rest of the managers to have established such detailed plans. I’ll work on mine soon.”

“What is this idea of yours?” Alexander squinted as he glanced toward the notebook in her hands. “I saw you scribbling a lot of things into your notebook earlier, so I’m sure you must have a lot of ideas.

“l-It’s nothing.” Courtney hastily slammed a palm over her notebook.

“Bring it to me.” Alexander’s tone was firm; he didn’t allow any space for her to reject his order. She immediately felt the color draining out of her face as her hands went stiff. She couldn’t embarrass her own boss in front of the whole crowd in the room, so she had no choice but to shamelessly hand the notebook over to Alexander. Before she gave it to him, she sneakily flipped through the pages and mumbled a silent prayer.

 The notebook is just filled with meeting minutes. She heaved a sigh

been folded. Courtney watched in shock as he flipped the notebook precisely to the page that was filled with turtles. She immediately pressed her palm against her forehead as she cursed underneath her breath.

 Jordan, after all. He‘ll probably just think that I

but the rest of the crowd in the meeting room only nodded in agreement as they assumed that he was praising her. Courtney, on the other hand, was losing her

 early in the morning by forcing him onto the swing. Now, I‘m

Chinese and Western cultures is a great idea. It fits well with the Sunhill Hotel’s core intentions. It looks like you’ve put in some effort, Miss Hunter.” Alexander’s deep

 traditional Chinese and Western cultures is he talking about? What did I write in

plans for now, I’ll hand this project for the

in Courtney’s head. What is going

idea. I don’t have sufficient experience to handle this, so

job, but you can’t train yourself to come up with good ideas. I think everyone else agrees with my decision, right?” Alexander glanced up to see everyone nodding. Most of the participants of the meeting didn’t have much to say, for it was rare for Alexander to praise anyone for coming up with a decent plan. They were all impressed by Courtney’s abilities, and her mentor even flashed her a proud grin, as if

hurried behind Alexander as he stepped

“What is it?”

did you assign me to handle the planning for the company’s centennial celebration?” she

explain myself during the meeting earlier? Is there something wrong with your hearing? Your notes were good, and I think they fit the topic

“But my notes,”

you write in your notes? Do you think you can still secure your job if those managers found out that you had just been drawing them as turtles throughout the entire meeting?” Alexander flashed her a playful glare. In other words, he was reminding her to be careful with what

recorded all the meeting minutes, of course.” She bit on her lower

see the initial draft of the plan on my office table by the end of tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

do you work as slow as

“Okay… alright.” she muttered.

the headquarters. “President Duncan, why did you make the sudden decision to hand this anniversary project over to Miss Hunter? She’s still under probation, so she’s probably busy gaining