Chapter 156 A Normal Kind of Special
The entire 18th floor was filled with meeting rooms of varying sizes.
On regular days, most of them were booked by internal departments. Occasionally, international conferences would rent out space here too.
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There was a dedicated staff on the 18th floor. When they saw Chase, they immediately led him and his team to one of the mid–sized rooms.
As the door opened, a panoramic view flooded in through the massive floor–to–ceiling windows. Inside was a long table, a projector, and about a dozen chairs.
This was the smallest meeting room they had.
The table was already set with drinks, coffee, and snacks.
The floor manager leaned in to speak with Chase. “If you need anything, just call me. There’s staff on standby outside. Madam Wendy said to make yourself at home.”
Then, as if remembering something, the manager turned back. “Madam Wendy also mentioned she’d like to have lunch with you. Would that work for your schedule?”
It was still early–barely 9 a.m. Wendy usually didn’t break for lunch until after 12:30. Even if they didn’t finish the surgical discussion by then, they could always continue in the afternoon.
Chase glanced back at the group of clearly overwhelmed doctors. “Any objections?”
Bernard and Blanc didn’t say a word.
Their bosses wanted a lunch date. Who were they to object?
Dr. Meyer piped up, “No, of course not. Thank Madam Wendy for offering such a great space.”
“Make yourselves comfortable.”
All morning, the room was filled with low, serious discussion. Each doctor gave their input. Without the overly commercial focus of the board breathing down their necks, they could fully prioritize the patient’s health.
“With a spinal condition this severe, orthopedics has to go first,” Bernard said. “Hematology needs to be on standby. And anesthesia–I’ve heard the patient has a history of drug allergies. We’ll need to be very careful.”
Blanc, still working under Chase, stayed quiet. Surrounded by senior experts, he was here to learn–not to talk.
Meanwhile, things were just as busy upstairs in Wendy’s office.
“The price for Cliff Haven is locked in. All we need now is a signature,” Zynn reported. “I think we should sign before Henry causes too much chaos with the Harrison family.”
“What about the land planning bureau?”
“The zoning was already approved long ago, so they’re staying out of it. The geology bureau did ask if they could run a survey on the back hill, but that’s something we can deal with after signing.”
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“Good. Let’s close the deal before the end of the month. Maggie, assemble the project team. You’ll lead.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
By noon, Wendy was looking forward to lunch with Chase at Quinn Group–especially while they were both in work mode.
There was something refreshing about it.
Before, it had always been Chase waiting for her at home.
Sammy had already ordered their favorite private chef. Lunch would arrive at exactly 12:20, delivered straight to the CEO’s office. Sammy was setting the table.
“Yes, I saw the news. Don’t worry about it,” Wendy said, standing by the window. Lemon had been ranting on the phone for a while, furious about Henry’s behavior.
Lemon had said, “My brother read that interview and said again he should’ve just taken Henry down back then. Now he’s back, and he even has it out for Chase.”
Wendy leaned one arm against the glass, gazing out at the nearly finished skyscraper across the street. Something about it gave her a vague sense of unease, but she didn’t say anything to Lemon.
There was a knock at the door. Sammy went to open it, and Wendy turned as well.
Chase walked in.
He had considered inviting Bernard too–after all, it was just lunch–but in the end, he figured Wendy probably wanted it to be just the two of them.
Still, he had their team’s lunch delivered to the meeting room downstairs. No way was he going to enjoy a full–course meal with his wife while everyone else ate boxed lunches.
Chase wasn’t short on money. Naturally, he’d ordered the good stuff for them too.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. Your Chase is here,” Wendy said into the phone before hanging up.
“Lemon?” Chase asked as he entered.
Sammy nodded politely and quietly exited the room.
“I saw Henry’s interview. She’s worried I’d be upset,” Wendy said.
No surprise there.
“How’d the meeting go?” Wendy asked.
Chase replied, “The details would bore you. But to put it simply–without the commercial pressure, I feel pretty confident about the surgery. It shouldn’t negatively impact the IPO.”
Wendy looked him up and down. “You’re getting used to this.”
With a wife like her, a powerhouse in the business world, adapting was really his only choice.
