Tm missing you here, and the top three of this yearâs piano competition have been announced. The folks under me did the judging. They say this yearâs entries arenât all that. Iâll send them over for you to check outâ
âAlright.â Arabella was also one of the top judges, but she rarely got involved in the judging process, leaving it to her subordinates.
Solterra held a piano competition every year, but this year there were fewer participants as most of them ran off to compete internationally.
âThe one who got the first place did so largely because of his familyâs reputation, plus the other entries were pretty subpar, so he just barely grabbed the first place. Second place is a pity. The first half of his piece was boring and the latter part wasnât performed well. The climax was okay, but I feel like he added too much. Kind of unnecessary! And the third place, well, letâs not even talk about that.â
âOkay, Iâll listen.â Even though Arabella didnât participate in the judging, she needed to know what stage the competition was at and who the talents were this year. When she opened the audio sent by Grandpa Jarvis, she saw Serenaâs name Serena won first place?
The plece did sound pretty bland.
When she clicked on the second place, she was surprised. Yolanda?!
Why did this piece sound so familiar?
Arabella smirked, closed her laptop, and didnât bother listening any further On the other side.
Attlee was sitting in the lounge on the first floor of Allbara Investment, his eyes fixed on the elevator.
He had been waiting since moming until noon for Dylan to show up, enduring his growling stomach, waiting for this moment.
At this point, he was about to pass out from hunger!
No one invited him upstairs, not even a cup of water was offered to him!
He couldnât help but approach the reception with a cautious smile on his face: âExcuse me, may I know if Mr. Dylan has finished his meeting?â
Itâs been from moming till now, surely he couldnât have been in a meeting the whole day!
Tm sorry, Mr. Dylan is still busy. Maybe you can come another day! The receptionist was not as enthusiastic as before her attitude was indifferent.
Attlee asked with patience, âCould you do me a favor? Can you check what Mr. Dylan is doing? Iâve been waiting since morningâ
âMr. Dylan is really busyâ As soon as the receptionist finished her sentence, she saw Dylan walking out of the elevator. She quickly stood up, along with her colleagues, and respectfully bowed, âMr. Dylan!â
âMr. Dylan, itâs me.â When Attlee finally saw the familiar figure, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.
But Mario stopped him, saying. âIm sorry, Mr. Dylan has an important appointmentâ
âGive me three minutes.â Attlee wanted to squeeze to the front and say, âThave something to say to Mr.
Dylan.â
âIâm sorry, but Mr. Dylan is really in a hurryâ
âMario, can you tell me why Mr. Dylan doesnât want to work with us anymore?â Attlee was holding the bank card he had intended to give Arabella, ready to hand it Mario âMr. Murphy, you canât do that!â Mario quickly pushed the card back toward him Attlee insisted on giving him the card The card fell to the ground, attracting quite a few onlookers.
âMr. Murphy, this is blatant bribery; youâll get me firedâ Mario was furious âMarioâ
Mario quickly shook off his hand and followed Dylanâs steps, as if eager to distance himself from him, âMario, wait for me.â Attlee didnât care about his current embarrassing situation, he picked up the card from the ground and followed them, Seeing them get into the car, Attlee quickly got into a taxi and said.
âFollow that car!
Inside the private room of the restaurant.
Arabella had been waiting for a while. Seeing Dylan in a formal suit, she couldnât help but tease, âYouâre more and more like a CEO nowâ
âBoss, youâre making fun of me againâ After Dylan entered, he put the report aside and took out the gift.
This is something I specially got for you.â