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Chapter 998
The one who raised that point was a female editor called Cassandra Hudson.
Cassandra was around Genevieve's age but was not as pretty as the latter. Moreover, she had also put in a lot of
hard work before landing a spot in the government institution.
Unexpectedly, Genevieve also began work at the Department of Public Information not too long ago. Not only was
she beautiful, but she was also highly competent.
Truthfully, Cassandra was unwilling to believe that Genevieve had joined without using underhand means.
Propping herself up with one hand resting on her colleague's desk, Cassandra looked at Genevieve and uttered with
a smile, “Genevieve has only been here for less than a month, so she's still lacking in experience. Furthermore,
she's so smart and capable; how can our department do without her? If she leaves, there won't be anyone to help
us deal with those emails.”
Genevieve scoffed and furrowed her brows. “Then how did you guys deal with those emails when I wasn't here yet?
Have you all been ignoring them?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCassandra was lost for words briefly before she retorted, “The machines can't translate news as well as you.”
“Times are progressing, and so is technology,” Genevieve placidly stated. “These days, translation software and
simultaneous interpretation headsets have a better grasp of jargon than we do. I do hope the government will
introduce these new technologies so that we can focus our attention on other work.”
With that said, she stood up and walked away as she felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.
Cassandra's expression darkened.
As soon as Genevieve arrived at the restroom entryway, she sensed a warm flow in her lower body. Concurrently,
she could also smell a faint metallic scent of blood.
No wonder I'm feeling so weak. Turns out my period's here.
Since she had only wanted to use the restroom, she had not brought her phone along. Yet now, her skirt and
panties were heavily soiled.
As much as her skirt was black, thus making the stain less conspicuous, the stench of blood was rather prominent.
Just then, Genevieve heard the sound of the restroom door being pushed open. She hastily poked her head out of
the cubicle, only to see an old lady clad in a janitor's uniform and holding a shopping bag in her hand.
“Excuse me, madam. I'm from the Department of Public Information. Can I trouble you to—”
“You're Genevieve Rachford, right?” the cleaner asked.
"Yeah.”
“I was cleaning upstairs just now, and Mr. Faulkner asked me to bring this to you.” The cleaner passed Genevieve
the shopping bag. Then, since she had probably figured out that the latter was on her period, she added, “See if
you need anything else. I can bring it for you.”
Opening the shopping bag, Genevieve saw a completely new black skirt. Other than that, there was also a pair of
panties and two packs of sanitary pads.
Genevieve's face turned crimson red. “Nothing. There's everything inside.”
Upon hearing that, the cleaner lifted the corners of her lips into a meaningful smile. “Mr. Faulkner is your boyfriend,
right? He treats you so well and even remembers when's your period.”
Many men can't even stand the smell of blood, let alone remember their girlfriend's period!
The cleaner, unlike other gossipmongers, merely lamented and left after handing the items over. Subsequently,
Genevieve, with her face still flushed, changed into the fresh clothes in that small cubicle.
How does he know that he has to buy day-use pads? And he even bought the brand I love?
When Genevieve pulled the skirt out from the bag, she was left baffled. The size is just right. How does he know
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwhat size I'm wearing? Surely it can't be Coop again?
After getting changed, she returned to the office and found a lunchbox and a thermos flask on her desk.
As it was lunchtime, there was barely anyone in the office. Only two colleagues passed by her while chatting away,
but their expressions remained like usual.
Armand probably wasn't the one who sent the lunchbox over.
Genevieve sat at her desk and opened the lunchbox to tantalizing baked pork chops. The pork chops had some
gravy doused over them, and it was appetizing just by the looks of it.
She cut a piece and delivered it toward her mouth. As expected, it was so delicious she could not help but jiggle her
shoulders joyfully.
This is some absolutely scrumptious baked pork chops!
Genevieve took out her phone from the drawer, only to find that Armand had sent her several WhatsApp messages
about half an hour ago:
You're having your period today. Avoid cold drinks.
Did you stain your skirt? I got someone to buy a new piece and send it to the toilet.
There's masala chai in the thermos flask. Finish it.
Even though they were minute details, Genevieve realized Armand could take good care of others. Deep down, she
enjoyed the warmth he was showering her.
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