We Are Meant To Be

Chapter 7 Trapped In Blackout Elevator

By the time Christy Zhong walked out of the gate of the community, she saw James Feng's Bentley parking beside the driveway already at a glance.

She got on the car quickly and was sent to the headquarter of Chenxing Group, and then the dedicated driver called James, "Mr. Feng, Miss Zhong is here."

"Old rules." James instructed quietly.

The driver waited for the line to hang up before he invited Christy to get off the car. At this time, Junyan Zhang appeared and hurriedly walked up and down to check the dress that Christy was wearing, and jeered disdainfully, "Jesus. Are you going to attend the party by dressing like this?"

James didn’t say exactly what he wanted Christy to do over the phone, and Christy thought she had dressed decent enough, so she explained, "Sorry, Mr. Feng didn’t mention to attend a party, so I..."

"You cannot wear a dress which bought from a stall to meet us." Junyan glared at Christy with hostile eyes. This Christy woman is scheming enough to let James forgive her for hurting himself and even hire her as a personal secretary!

Christy saw the anger from Junyan's eyes. Based on the sixth sense of women, she noticed that Junyan had jealousy towards her!

All of sudden, it occurred to her that Junyan may have a crush on James or may secretly loved James or they may already be lovers! While she thought it, it also occurred to her that she had to endure to the end for work’s sake. It was not her job to make conflicts.

No matter how upset in her heart, Junyan couldn't do anything now about Christy, yet she could shout at her at least, "Come with me!" She said fiercely as she turned and walked to the elevator entrance.

Christy followed her in small steps.

The two of them came into the office area and turned into a room located in the top of the building.

Junyan walked straight to open a large closet by the wall, took out a dress and threw it to Christy, "Put it on. You have only five minutes."

Even though Christy was full of questions, she knew that no matter how she asked Junyan, there would be no answer. She simply walked into the bathroom besides and quickly changed his dresses, straighten herself up in front of the mirror and fiddled with her long hair.

Right on time, Junyan knocked and reminded loud, "Time's up."

Christy grasped her bag, opened the door and walked out. Junyan, hugging her arms and sneering at Christy coldly, said, "Go!" then, she led the way.

Christy silently followed her behind quietly. In the top floor of the building, every room was closed tightly, inside was busy working employees.

Coming to James’ office, Junyan stood still for a second to calm herself down. Suddenly she turned around and gave Christy a resenting glare, then raised her hand and knocked on the door. After receiving the response from the man inside, she opened the door and said in a gent voice, "Mr. Fengg, Miss Zhong is outside the door now."

"Let her in." James said with his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and he didn’t lifted his head "Chief- Secretary Zhang, organize all the files for today’s meeting and send them by email to the meeting attendees."

Junyan followed his order and went out to do her job immediately. Passing Christy, she still did not forget to give Christy a bitter look. Junyan couldn’t figure out why Christy looking so ordinary could earn his favor in such a short time.

Destine has its own plan to lead everyone’s road.

Christy had decided to avoid Junyan’s hostile looks. She took a deep breath and walked into the room, lightly closed the door behind her, walked to the CEO desk and stood humbly, "Mr. James."

James raised his eyes, "Go to a place with me. Remember to cooperate with me well, keep smiling, and don’t speak as few as you can." Although his voice was extremely light, it was full of magnetism.

It took two seconds for Christy to return to her senses, and hurriedly responded, "Yes."

James moved his eyes back to the computer screen, "Bring the briefcase and put the laptop along ."

Christy saw the laptop next to him, took it, put it away and packed it. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

James stood up from the desk and walked to the hanger in the corner, put the suit on, and then strode to the door, "Hurry up and follow."

Christy took the briefcase and laptop bag and followed James’ back hurriedly to the private elevator.

"If you see a movie star or a celebrity later, don't make a fuss. You have to be elegant and smiling, okay?" James instructed her.

"Oh, okay!" Christy replied and nodded, "I remembered it."

She didn't know nothing about celebrities because she had no energy to do that. As her family went bankrupt, she had been exhausted to make ends meet. How could she have the time to pursuing stars like average young girls did.

"Help me with my clothes," James uttered.

"What?" Christy whispered in surprise. His words were too jumpy, and she couldn't keep up with the channel of his mind.

James turned his face to look at her, "Don’t you understand?"

"No, I understand, sorry." Christy turned face-to-face with him and carefully checked his clothes.

His tie was a bit uneven, and his suit was a bit crooked. Her movements were a little clumsy but she straightened them one by one.

All of a sudden, the elevator shook inexplicably, and it stopped moving, and the lights went out.

"Oh my god!" Christy screamed, her whole was shaking involuntarily.

This was a sequel that she had since the family bankruptcy had happened. If there was no light in an unfamiliar environment, she would be panicked and freak out.

A pair of powerful arms stretched out in front of Christy. After noticing her fears, James hugged her into his arms and patted her on the shoulder. "Don’t be afraid." Then he took out his mobile phone to call for help.

But Christy was trembling all the time. She struggled to find a warm place desperately. At first, James hold her with one hand, but then felt that her fear deepened, he hugged her tighter in his arms.

The warmth of the slightest caring, mixed with a strong man’s breath, Christy’s inner fear was slowly repelled, and a sense of stability made her a lot better.

"Mr. James, are you all right?" A voice came from outside the elevator.

"We are fine. Hurry up and find a way to let us out now!" James ordered coldly.

"Yes sir! We are deeply sorry about this. You can turn on the flashlight on your phone first!" the repairman reminded.

Where there was light, there was less fear.

So James held Christy in one hand, operated the phone with the other, and turned on the flashlight.

The dark elevator suddenly became bright, Christy clung to the brightness to regain her courage to return to life.

In the next second, she realized that she tugged James’ clothes tightly and hid in his arms!

Quickly she let go of his arms and moved to the side. Her heartbeat jumped in the chest vigorously, the blood flow all over the body was quickened, and her face was hot!

At this moment, the light on the top of the elevator was on and the elevator started running.

Christy secretly looked up, trying conceal her embarrassment, instead glancing at James’ wrinkled clothes which was her work of art just now…Christy stumbled, "Mr. Feng, your suit...."