True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz) novel Chapter 117

In the morning, at Jones Estate.

In the President's office.

At nine o'clock on the dot, Grace Smith arrived at the floor. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Heinz Jones, already in the office.

Grace smiled and said with enthusiasm, "Good morning, Mr. Jones."

"Good morning." Heinz looked at her with a calm face. There was no emotion on his face.

He was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Heinz could not bring himself to look at her.

Grace went to her seat and put down her bag. She took out a recording pen, a notebook, a pen and a camera from her bag. She didn't bring a laptop today.

After putting everything on the table, Grace came over with a piece of photocopied paper with a list of questions on them, in her hand.

She sorted them out yesterday and printed them out.

When Grace arrived at Heinz's table, she placed the paper on the table. She looked at Heinz, "Mr. Jones, there are the questions that I've prepared. Please take a look and tell me if there are any changes you want to make and mark it out for me."

Heinz nodded. He took it over and glanced at the questions on the paper with his sharp gaze.

He read through it very quickly. Not long after, he had finished reading the first page.

Then, Heinz gently flipped it over to the second page with his slender fingers and continued reading it.

He didn't utter a single word while he was looking at the paper. He looked at it very seriously.

Grace didn't say anything. She just stood at the side and waited patiently.

After a while, Heinz finished reading the document and said, "I think I will only answer one-third of the questions that you've prepared."

Grace was stunned. "Were the questions that I asked too personal, or perhaps the answers too confidential?"

"No." Heinz looked at her calmly. His eyes were calm. "It's just that there's no need to include so many things in the interview."

"Why?" Grace looked at him in surprise. "You are a successful man, and every successful person has their own way of achieving success."

"I'm just lucky." Heinz was modest.

Grace was nonplussed. She couldn't find the words to answer him for a long time. How can he easily attributed success to luck and didn't want to mention the bitterness of the past behind the success, which are gained through blood, sweat and tears.

She could not help but feel more admiration for this man. However, just by thinking that Heinz actually gave her up to his friend, Jensen Charm, all because he assumed that she might have had a relationship with Jensen, made her very angry.

She pursed her lips and said, "Then please help me to remove those that are not suitable for the interview."

Heinz stood up with the paper, a pen, and walked towards the sofa.

Grace also came over quickly with a recording pen and a notebook in her hand. She sat down opposite to Heinz.

Heinz returned the document to her.

Grace took a look at it and said, "Mr. Jones, let's get started."

"OK." He nodded.

"How old are you?" Grace asked.

"Twenty-nine this year," Heinz said in a deep voice.

Grace nodded. "What about your educational background?"

Heinz paused slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, “I have a Ph. D.”

Grace was stunned. She didn't expect him to have a doctorate at such a young age.

"When did you graduate?" Grace continued asking.

"Seven years ago," Heinz answered.

Grace was shocked again. "He graduated seven years ago with a doctoral degree?"

"Is that not alright?" Heinz asked flatly.

Grace shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I didn't expect you to graduate with a doctoral degree at such a young age. Can I know where you graduated from?"

"Next question," Heinz said.

"Yes." Grace asked him seriously.

Every question was carefully considered.

Heinz answered all the questions as well, and he omitted two-thirds of them from the list.

Grace finished asking all the questions in a short time. Then, she picked up the camera and took a picture of Heinz.

It was a picture of him sitting on his large chair, and behind him were his bookshelves. It was clean, bright and neat.

The man's sharp eyes did not look at the camera, but he looked so confident still as if everything in the world could be controlled by his fingers.

Grace packed up her things, kneeling on the ground. Then, she stood up and said while slinging her bag on her back, "Mr. Jones, the interview is complete. I've been disrupting you for the past few days. Thank you for giving us the opportunity for this interview. I'll take my leave now, goodbye."

When Heinz saw that she was about to leave, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No." Grace shook her head and smiled. Then, she turned and left.

Heinz looked at her go, she walked without any hesitation. He frowned.

After a long time, he pressed the call button. "Lester, move the desk away."

"Yes." Lester quickly came over and moved Grace's desk away.

As soon as he moved the desk, there was a loud splatter, and something fell to the ground. Then the whole President's office gave off a strong and pungent smell, which would make someone throw up instantly.

"What is that smell?" Heinz demanded.

"Perhaps something broke while we moved the desk?" Lester was not sure where the smell came from too.

Lester sniffed and bent down to check. At first glance, he immediately noticed the shattered glass jar on the ground. There was something inside which look soft and was cut into cubes. It was blue cheese.

This stinky smell instantly permeated Heinz's nostrils. He frowned and asked, "What's going on? Why is it so smelly?"

"President, it's blue cheese," Lester reported, "Miss Smith put a jar of blue cheese under her desk, and now it has been knocked over."