Chapter 62: Kayden’s request
Fifteen minutes after the clock struck five, Athan stood and pressed the intercom, "Knox, I’ll be heading out now. No need to see me out, I know you’re catching up with your work."
Knox answered from the other line, "Are you visiting Shawn’s father?"
"Yup, see you tomorrow," Athan replied and unpressed the button. He put on his coat and left. On the other side of his office wall, Knox was busy on his computer. His eyes darted to his phone, seeing the current time, he remembered his appointment with Kayden at seven in the evening.
’If Athan went to the hospital, what would be the chances of bumping into each other...I hope none,’ Knox prayed inside. He was already practicing his speech on how he would explain and convince the doctor to ride his boat for the time being.
At exactly six, he finished half of the work that piled up when he took a vacation. He gathered all his things and was about to leave when someone knocked on his door. His brow shot up after seeing Rona opening the door and peeking out her head.
She wore a haughty look on his face, and she even seemed reluctant to step inside his office. "Try checking your emails, Sec. Arden! The product development department said they’ve been trying to reach you to enquire about the president’s feedback on their sample mock-up! Have you forgotten to send them?
"Also, the styling department is asking who will be the primary model in the womenswear collection. They need to know so they can finalize the draft for the models’ fashion and overall aesthetic of the shoots and shows."
Knox furrowed his brows, "I’ve already sent the president’s feedback equipped with pointers and suggestions. As for the model, Mr. Horace hasn’t talked with HR yet and hasn’t told me his prospective candidate for the position."
"Well, the Prod. Dept. said they haven’t received anything. Check it again. Also, ask the president about the model. Do that much, at least. The styling department will be waiting for your answer, so email them as soon as possible!" Rona barked. She immediately turned her back to him and mumbled to herself as she walked away, "Gosh. Everyone’s working overtime but he’s leaving already. Tsk."
Knox massaged his pulsing temple and sighed. If he gets on it quickly, then he won’t need to cancel his meeting. He hung his coat at the back of his chair and logged in on the computer again.
Checking the files in the sent folder of his work email, he scanned the names only to heave out a disgruntled sigh. The document wasn’t in there.