Chapter 35: Undertaking

Cara's POV

The party was a success. I commend all the people behind it. They did a great job. Everything runs smoothly.

A week after the party I decided to go to the company.

My hair's back to its original color which was Black. I arrange my hair into a bun.

I wear my black skinny Jeans and partnered it with my white Balenciaga shirt. I slip on one of my black flats.

Blake really vamped up my closet. No kidding, it feels like everyday there's a new piece. I only shop twice the first time was when we are newly wed and the 2nd when I bought a bag.

I'm amazed that Blake has a time for shopping even if his schedule was full.

He sets his priorities straight.

I put some cash and my phone in my pocket. I did not bother using a bag. It's just a hassle.

I opt to commute. I warned Carter not to tell Blake or I'll kill him. Same warning was given to team CARAmel.

Since Blake live in the middle of fucking nowhere I took a cab to the nearest station.

I arrive at the office after 45 minutes! Can you imagine how far was that? How fast Blake drive if he arrived at the office after 15 minutes? 100 miles per hour?

The guard at the front stood up straight when they saw me approaching.

"Goodmorning Mrs. Bradford."

They all greeted.

"Goodmorning!" I pleasantly replied.

You know what's funny? The employees did not recognize me. Is it because my hair was black now and I am not wearing a thousand layers of make up?

I approach the receptionist to test if they don't really recognize me. Technically I can just go straight up to the top floor but I want to see what are the reactions of our employee in different scenarios.

A brunette receptionist named Belle greets me after a head to toe inspection.

Strike 1

"Goodmorning! Welcome to Bradford corps. May I help you?"

"Hi! Can you please ask if Mr. Bradford is busy? I need to talk to him."

She did not even lift her line. She just straight up said. "Mr. Bradford is a busy man Miss."

Wow. Strike 2.

She did not even ask if I have an appointment. That's the basic rule.

"Even if I am an important person or my business with him was important I can't really see him?" I prodded.

This is her last chance to redeem herself. I'll not fire her. I am not that evil.

I decided that all our receptionist will have to be retrained. What if our business partners wear only their casual clothes to meeting? They should entertain everyone courteously even if it was a homeless person.

Blake and I leave the evil aspects on James. He eats newborns for lunch. My poor Ella.

Blake let's say was mild. He doesn't really handle firing people. He has people for that but, if there's really no choice and Blake has to handle it well that employee wishes that Blake did not handle him at all.

This woman inspects me again from head to toe and slightly raise her eyebrow.

Just for that Strike 3.

What a judger. As far as I know we really don't have any dresscodes for our guest. Our dresscodes was strictly for our employees only.

"No. So If there's nothing else Miss you can be on your way. Have a good day Miss."

I glance at the other receptionist and not one of them steps up. They are just watching our confrontation. It means they really handle our guest like this. This a normal procedure for them.

I smile at the brunette and brings out my flip phone.

I heard someone snorts but I ignore it.

I speed dial Blake's number.

"Amore. Can't take me eyes off of you! Feel like heaven's to touch. Oh I just wanna hold you so much!"

Update. Whenever I call Blake, He always sing after saying "Amore" his pet name for me.

PS. Don't expect correct lyrics and an angelic voice you'll be sorely disapointed.

"Good Job honey." I praised.

"I know right? I really should audition to American Idol. I am sure Simon Cowell was crying his heart out because he missed my talent." Blake gloats.

"Uhuh honey. Sure honey. If you say so. Listen are you busy?" I ask.

"For you? Never! What do you need Amore?"

I was going to reply to Blake when the brunette said "Can you move Miss? You are disrupting our work."

Blake fucking heard it.

I smile at the man next to me and moved out of his way.

"Who the fuck is that?" Blake demanded.

"I am downstairs. I had a little fun and tested the receptionist because they don't recognize me. It didn't turn out well." I explained.

"Fuck that." Blake exclaimed. "Wait for me."

Blake did not end the call. I can hear him talking to Jane.

I heard a gasp but I am still focus on my phone.

I was startled when an arm wrapped around my chest.

"I am here." Blake murmured on my ear.

I turns around and wrapped my arms around Blakes tapered waist.

"Thank God." I sigh in his chest.

Blake kissed my head and lift my chin up.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded and smiled at him.

Blake smiled back and said "Good. Let's fire this fuckers."

Shit.

"No! We're just gonna retrain them. We're not gonna fire any of them. They just need some guidance. Understood?"

"They disrespected you." Blake reasoned out.

"I know. It was much better it was me not our investors."

Blake's hazel and green eyes narrowed.

"Please? For me?"

Blake's eyes softened. "Fine."

We walk hand in hand back to the wide eyed receptionist.

I smile at them specially on Belle the brunette.

"Hello again. It seems Mr. Bradford was not that busy contrary to popular belief." They can't look at me straight in the eyes.

My smile instantly fades and was replaced by my resting bitch face.

"I don't think we met last weekend. If it is not that obvious I am Cara Bradford and this is my husband. Do I need to introduce him?" I said sweetly.

All five of them shake their heads at the same time.

Nonetheless Blake casually lean at the reception table and said "Tell me. Do we or do we not respect everyone in this company no matter what their status in life?"

Silence.

"Answer me." Blake barked.

"We do Mr. Bradford." They answered back.

"Do we? Are you sure? Because I heard you did the opposite. Do you want to explain your side?"

No one answered.

"I can't imagine how many small business owners was turned away because of your work etiquette. Do I have to personally teach you how to do your job?!" Blake demanded.

Blake glares at them but no one really meets his eyes.

Blake straighten his suit Jacket and said "For 6 months you are all on probation. You'll attend a re-training course for 3 weeks. At the end of the 6th month the HR will evaluate your performance. Understood?"

"Yes Mr. Bradford and we are sorry Mrs. Bradford." They all said.

"Are you really sorry? Or you are just apologetic because you found out I am the wife of the owner?"

No one answered again.

"I thought so. Let this be a lesson for you all. Do not judge everyone from their outer appearance. If a homeless man entered this company looking for a job entertain them, offer them a seat and some food. Treat them like they are VIP's. Do not turn them away. I hope you understand what I am trying to explain." I point my stare at Belle.

"Yes Mrs. Bradford." She replied softly.

I nodded and grab again Blake's hand and we go back to his office.

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Blake's POV

Our anniversary's coming up in two months and I need some Ideas. So I call James.

How sad my life was when I just call only one person for advise. He's not even giving a good advise!

"Hey Baby boo!" I exclaimed when James answered.

"Damn it. I knew I should not answer your call."

"Wow that hurt. Anyway my anniversary is next month. Do you have any ideas?"

"A trip?"

Trip?

"Why would I trip Cara on our anniversary James? She might get injured!"

"Vacation dumbass! Not that kind of trip! "

Oh. I mean it was the same spelling!

"Your  basic English teacher should have failed your ass."

"Hey! That's only one word! You can't judge me for that!"

"Really? So you know what is the meaning of the word undertaking?"

"Of course I know!" I said indignantly

"He is my favorite in WWE when I was a child."

I can hear multiple cuss words from the other line. I hope Ella is not in the vicinity. Her ears would bleed.

"Dumbass! That's UNDERTAKER! Every fucking day Blake I question how did you completed your Masters and PhD with that kind of Brain."

I pout at the phone. I was close!

I just lack one letter taking vs. Taker.

I should have said Undertakers.