No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 180

"Mr. Smith, do you have any information about the big boss?" I was desperate for some clarity, even just knowing his name would help.

Grant glanced up at me, "Interested in the big boss now?"

"Yeah, he's too mysterious. It makes me really curious," I admitted honestly.

Grant had just finished grinding the coffee beans and took a sniff. "Amazing."

Then he looked at me, saying, "Let me make you a cup."

"No need," I was too intrigued by this enigmatic big boss to care about coffee at the moment.

Grant lifted the freshly ground coffee towards me, "These beans are a gift from the big boss himself. Are you sure you don't want to try?"

"I'd rather meet the man than drink his coffee," I shared my thoughts.

Grant just laughed, offering no words.

His laughter was puzzling, leaving me confused, "What's so funny, Mr. Smith? Is my request too much, or is there something amusing?"

Grant shook his head, "Not too much. I'm just amused by how the big boss has charmed you without even showing his face. Such a troublemaker."

I was speechless.

But I knew Grant was just jesting. As he placed the coffee in front of me, I went straight to the point, "If you're worried I'm after his fortune, just show me his resume. Let me get to know him a bit."

"That's not happening," Grant rejected, which was kinda expected.

I smirked sarcastically. "And why not?"

Grant appeared genuinely helpless, "The big boss wouldn’t approve."

With those words, I got up and headed out.

"Director Hudson, are you sure you don't want to try? This coffee isn't for just anyone. Don't regret it later," Grant called after me.

Stepping out of Grant's office, I let out a sigh of frustration. The annoyance was courtesy of Conrad and now, Grant.

Despite his harmless appearance, that man could be infuriating.

Back in my office, I tried to dig up information on the big boss, but it seemed like everyone who had joined the company had only seen Grant, Mr. Smith. No one knew there was a big boss, much less met him.

Could this big boss be a figment of imagination, a ploy by Grant himself to mess with me?

Just as I was pondering this, Deborah's call came through, her voice almost breaking, "Felicia, it's bad. Something's happened."