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.

 with meeting minutes. She heaved a sigh of relief before she

flipped the notebook precisely to the page that was filled with turtles. She

 just think that I wasn‘t paying attention during

seems like I’ve failed to notice your talents in the past, Miss Hunter.” Alexander was being sarcastic, and his words had a hidden meaning to it, but the rest of the crowd in the meeting room only nodded in agreement as they assumed that

 early in the morning by forcing him onto the swing.

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 voice filled the meeting

utterly stunned. What combination of traditional Chinese and Western cultures is he talking

for the centennial celebration over to Miss

Courtney’s head. What is going on? What ideas did I have? What plans did I

don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t have sufficient experience to handle this, so I don’t

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

the meeting was over and everyone had left the room, Courtney hurried behind Alexander as he stepped out of the hotel.

“What is it?”

assign me to handle the planning for the

during the meeting earlier? Is there something wrong with

“But my notes,”

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

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

initial draft of the plan on my

“Tomorrow?”

enough time? Or do you work as slow as a turtle?” He teased

“Okay… alright.” she muttered.

got into the car and headed back to 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 more job achievements…” Josh stopped himself mid-sentence as he seemed to have realized something. Job achievements? The centennial celebration? “Are you trying