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Stella noticed the gaze of her colleagues and explained, “These shoes are from my mom…”
Sandra interrupted Stella, “Stella, I’m sorry, I forgot your mother is still in the intensive care unit. You just got married, and your husband doesn’t have much money, no wonder you can’t afford high heels. It’s okay if you love wearing old shoes, how about we organize a fundraiser for your mother? It would be a token of our goodwill.”
Stella frowned, not expecting Sandra to bring up her mother again.
If Sandra thinks she can humiliate Stella with money, she is truly mistaken.
What Stella lacks the most right now is money.
Stella feigned gratitude, “Alright. Thank you, Sandra.”
Sandra’s smile froze. She hadn’t expected Stella to actually accept the donation.
Only the poor need donations.
No urban white–collar worker wants to be subtly referred to as
poor.
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Christina responded, “I’ll donate five hundred dollars. Sandra, how much will you donate? Let me note it down. You’re so wealthy, you definitely won’t donate less than me. When Stella’s mom wakes up, Stella will surely thank everyone profusely.”
Sandra’s expression was awkward. She directly donated five thousand.
“This is my heartfelt sentiment.”
“Thank you.”
Stella rightfully accepted the money.
But others looked at Sandra with dissatisfaction on their faces, reluctantly donating money.
Sandra boasted, but it hurt everyone.
Everyone lost their wages today.
Stella happily accepted the money. However, she certainly couldn’t take money from everyone, lest everyone end up disliking her in the future.
She did this purely to embarrass Sandra. In a few days, she would say she didn’t need the money anymore and give it back
to everyone.
After all, everyone is just a colleague, there is no obligation to donate money to her.
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The relationship between colleagues is best to only discuss work, not personal feelings, and certainly not owe favors. Otherwise, someone always ends up at a disadvantage.
After receiving the money, Stella deliberately handed two band–aids to Sandra in public.
“Sandra, your heel is chafed. Be careful, it might get inflamed.”
Stella deliberately embarrassed Sandra.
“No, it doesn’t hurt at all. How could such high–end shoes possibly rub my feet?” Sandra laughed awkwardly.
She casually took two more steps, then looked at her other colleagues.
“Who wanted to buy shoes just now? I’ll help her place an
order.”
“Forget it. Your feet are bleeding. I often have to go on site, I dare not wear these shoes.”
“Yes, I just made a donation. I can’t afford to buy anything recently.”
“Sandra, you better tend to your wound quickly. Don’t let it really get infected.”
Sandra was trembling with anger, feeling that these people were all poor who didn’t understand appreciation!
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“Stella, have you really been wearing these high heels for three years? Are these shoes really that good?”
“Not bad. Sometimes I wear it all day and don’t feel tired,” Stella said casually.
“Where did you buy it?”
“Ordinary Mall.”
“After work today, I’ll go for a stroll. Last week, I wore flat shoes to meet a client, and Harley scolded me, saying I wasn’t paying attention to my image.”
“Are you going shopping? I’ll go too. It just so happens that my son has gone to his grandmother’s house, so I have time.”
“I’m going too. I’m going to buy some summer clothes, it’s getting hotter and hotter recently.”
Speaking, these people chatted about other things, completely ignoring Sandra.
Sandra’s designer clothes won her ten minutes of attention, but also complaints from her colleagues who donated, making it. more of a loss than a gain.
She maintained a surface smile and returned to her seat.
Stella saw Sandra angrily yanking off her high heels under the
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Stella no longer wanted to pay attention to Sandra, she continued with her own plans.
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An old customer came in the morning. Stella chatted with him. for a while and signed a contract, thus securing her performance
for the month.
By the time Stella was free, it was already time for dinner, and Christina came to find her punctually.
Christina apologized, “Stella, I didn’t mean to ignore you this morning, I just…”
Stella shook her head. She had no right to interfere with Christina’s thoughts.
“It’s okay.”
“Stella, I just can’t stand Sandra showing off. I’m not worse than her, I would definitely look better in those high heels.” Christina stretched out her own legs.
Stella and Christina have the best relationship, she couldn’t help but remind once.
“Christina, Sandra comes from a wealthy family. You’re just an ordinary person, there’s no need to compare yourself with her. Your money can be used to do what you love, not for competition.”
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“Compete? Whatever she can buy, can’t I buy it too?” Christina pouted.
“No, you misunderstood me…”
“Alright, I understand. It’s just a pair of shoes. What are we going to eat today?”
Christina clearly didn’t want to discuss this topic any further.
Stella sighed, taking out her own lunch.
“I brought lunch. You go eat.”
“Are you being so frugal?” Christina knew that Stella was now bearing her mother’s medical expenses, so she didn’t ask more. “Then I’ll order takeout and eat with you.”
“Good. It just so happens that I brought more food today.”
“Great. I’ve tasted the food you cooked, it’s delicious.” Christina started ordering takeout.
Stella laughed as she brought out lunch. She was surprised, feeling very unlucky.
She brought the wrong meal!
The opening of Dalla Technology Group is imminent, and the people in the office dare not waste time, so they all chose to
order takeout.
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During mealtime, their stern boss, Nathaniel, unusually brought out a lunch in pink packaging.
A male colleague found it very strange.
The new female receptionist thought, “No wonder they said this place didn’t hire women before, turns out the boss is gay. It took me so long to finally see a handsome guy.”
Nathaniel stared at the pink lunch box, frowning. Was Stella doing this on purpose?
Carlos murmured, “Mr. Beaumont, you still have this preference?”
Nathaniel glanced at Carlos, slowly opening the lunch box. The fullness of the beef inside released a fragrant aroma as soon as
the lid was lifted.
Carlos exclaimed, “What a luxurious lunch. Where did you buy
it?”
Nathaniel felt at ease, casually saying, “Someone else made it for
me.”
Carlos was stunned.
Others chimed in, “This is really infuriating!”
Nathaniel felt very happy to hear this.
He bowed his head to eat. Stella’s cooking skills were excellent,
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and she had made a lot of beef for Nathaniel. He didn’t
understand.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Nathaniel sent a message to Stella, also expressing his thanks out of politeness.
“Thank you.”
Stella’s phone vibrated. She picked up her phone and looked at the message and photo sent by Nathaniel, frowning involuntarily.
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“I thought you didn’t like greasy food, but you ate it all.” She was quite upset about her beef.
[I don’t want to waste.]
“Whatever makes you happy.”
“But I don’t like pink boxes,” Nathaniel said.
Stella was speechless. But she couldn’t admit her mistake, otherwise Nathaniel would know that all that beef wasn’t meant
for him.
“I’ll choose a different one next time.”
“I look forward to tomorrow’s lunch.”
She sensed something was wrong.
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