RedNovelChapter 638: However, after her own trials, Minna began to recognize that the job might hold complexities she had initially dismissed.
With rigid posture, Minna inquired, "Alani, which coffee blend does Mr. Mitchell prefer?" Alani maintained her composure, unaffected by Minna's arrogant demeanor. She replied, "He prefers the Heteron blend." Her response was concise, sticking strictly to the query posed, nothing more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter receiving her succinct answer, Minna offered a terse "Thanks" before turning away.
From the side, Zaylee leaned in close, flashing Alani a covert thumbs-up. "Keep it to yourself about the precise number of beans, the exact grind time, and the fact that Mr. Mitchell usually goes for a latte. Oh, and definitely skip mentioning how sweet he takes it,” she whispered.
Alani's smile was subtle yet knowing. "Of course." As Minna walked away, Zaylee barely contained her amusement. "Earlier, she served Mr. Mitchell's and Miss Harper's drinks in paper cups. Does she think the Mitchell Group is on the verge of bankruptcy or something?" The secretarial staff shared a quiet chuckle among themselves. Meanwhile, Minna, clearly frustrated, spent an inordinate amount of tin the pantry before triumphantly presenting two freshly brewed cups of coffee in Ethan's office. Her posture was stiff, and her expression aloof as she set the cups down before Ethan and Brenna. Ethan barely glanced at his cup before a frown marred his features. “I only drink lattes," he stated icily. "You should be aware of that." Minna's patience snapped. "What does it matter? Coffee is coffee! And what on earth is a latte supposed to be?" "Take these away," Ethan commanded, his tone slicing through the air. He was visibly annoyed now. Brenna had been seated here for nearly an hour yet hadn't been served anything resembling a decent beverage. His reputation for hospitality was at stake.
Upd4t3s c0m3 F1RST On g4ln0v3lsCatching Brenna's gaze, Minna noticed her slight head shake and the dismissive shrug of her shoulders, signaling her disdain.
"You really should acquaint yourself with how the affluent live," Brenna said, a hint of mockery in her tone. “It might just elevate your service skills." "Keep your advice to yourself!" Minna retorted, her anger flaring against Brenna's smug demeanor.
Brenna left the Mitchell Group without even having a drop of coffee. Ethan, too, decided to wrap up his day; he and Brenna left to enjoy dinner.
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Just before leaving the company, Ethan called Rex over. "Rex, how did you manage things today? Brenna was here for a full two hours and didn't even get a glass of decent coffee. Your performance is declining. If you're not up to the task, I'll find someone who is.”
Ethan chose not to confront Minna directly, placing the blame, he blsquarely on Rex for allowing her to dampen his spirits.
Rex, disheartened yet unable to retort, ran his fingers through his hair and promptly acknowledged his oversight. "Understood, Mr. Mitchell.
It won't happen again."
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