Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 104: Maxim Sinclair Drowns His Sorrows in Drink
"I understand, next time she comes, just tell her I’ve gone out for a social event and I’m not in the office. Anyway, find a way to send her away. I don’t want to see her."
After speaking, Maxim Sinclair waved him off, indicating that he could leave.
Noticing that his boss seemed to be in a bad mood, Assistant Collins poured him a glass of water, placed it on the table, and then turned to leave the office.
At this moment, Charles Jenson, holding some documents, came upstairs to discuss something with Maxim Sinclair. Just when he reached the office door, he saw Assistant Collins closing the door with a gloomy expression.
Seeing him, Assistant Collins quickly nodded in greeting, "President Jennings."
"I’m here to see Maxim, what’s going on? Why do you have such a tormented look?"
Charles Jenson paused, slightly raised his chin, and inquired with his eyes to Assistant Collins, "Is he in a bad mood inside? Should I go in now to discuss business with him?"
Assistant Collins glanced at the busy workers around the workstations and then walked beside him, whispering, "President Jennings, let’s talk here."
Charles Jenson, confused, followed Assistant Collins to the adjacent large corridor, "What’s going on? It’s rare to see you so secretive. I thought there wasn’t any bad news at the company lately?"
Assistant Collins glanced around, ensuring no idle listeners were nearby, lowered his voice, and leaned closer to Charles Jenson, "President Sinclair is indeed upset, but it’s not company-related. His mother, Mrs. Sinclair, came by earlier, and President Sinclair didn’t see her. He even said... if she comes again, say he’s not in the office. Anyway, he seems not to want to see Mrs. Sinclair."
"So that’s what it is," Charles Jenson tapped the document in his right hand twice against his left palm, "I thought something was wrong with the company project, gave me quite a scare."
After speaking, he chuckled and turned to leave.
Assistant Collins twitched an eyelid, followed over, "President Jennings, maybe you should come by later to discuss business with President Sinclair? He’s drinking inside, and he seems to be in a bad mood."
"Then I should definitely go over—drinking alone is so boring. I’ll go have a couple of drinks with him."
Charles Jenson swaggeringly pushed open the office door, and on the sofa, Maxim Sinclair, who was deep in thought, looked back when he heard the commotion. Seeing who it was, he raised his brow and asked, "What’s happened?"
"There’s a document that needs your signature," Charles Jenson walked over to him and tossed the document beside him, "The bank needs it tomorrow, so I thought I’d drop it off."
Maxim Sinclair nodded, picked up the pen from the side, and after carefully reviewing the document, signed his name at the end and tossed it back to Charles Jenson.
Charles Jenson casually threw the document onto the nearby empty sofa, took off his jacket, and sat across from Maxim Sinclair, "Drinking alone is boring, I’ll join you."
"Isn’t work busy?" Although Maxim Sinclair asked, he got up, took a clean empty glass, placed it on the table, filled it with wine, and pushed it to Charles Jenson.
"Actually, it happens that today I don’t have much urgent work, besides this document. I’ll let your Assistant Collins come in later and take the document over."
Charles Jenson picked up the wine glass and drank a big gulp heartily, then put it down, clasped his hands on his knees, thoughtfully looking at Maxim Sinclair, "I think your office isn’t the best place for drinking. How about we change places, it’s almost time to get off work anyway."
Maxim Sinclair leaned back and finished the wine in his glass, pulled off his tie, stood up, looked at Charles Jenson, "Then let’s go, let’s find another place to drink."
"Great, I’ll first have Assistant Collins take this document to my office," Charles Jenson grabbed the document from the nearby sofa and got up to walk outside the office, calling out to Assistant Collins who was talking to someone outside, "I’m going out with President Sinclair, take this document and put it on my office desk."
"Alright, President Jennings."
After giving instructions, the two of them took a car to a nearby private club they often visit.
Knowing that he wasn’t in a good mood, Charles Jenson didn’t invite anyone else along, accompanied him alone, and went into their usual private room.
After sitting down, Maxim Sinclair began drinking glass after glass, continuously.
Very quickly, two bottles of wine were empty, and Charles Jenson, worried about his health, made an excuse about his own drinking limit and stopped him.
"You should stop too, it’s awkward watching you drink alone, take a break."
Charles Jenson kindly took the glass from him.
After the drink was taken away, Maxim Sinclair leaned back, resting the back of his head on the top of the sofa, blankly staring at the dimly lit ceiling.
Unsure of what exactly was bothering him, Charles Jenson fiddled with the glass in his hand, thought for a while, then sat closer, "Isn’t it that Secretary Lowell again...?"
"It’s nothing to do with her," Maxim Sinclair immediately denied, but then hesitated, "You could say it’s not entirely unrelated."
Charles Jenson touched his nose, carefully phrased his words, "I think, if you can’t let her go, why not make an effort to win her back? With your conditions, if you put your heart into it, there’s no woman who’d refuse."
"Ha." Maxim Sinclair let out an ambiguous chuckle, Assistant Collins had subtly suggested something similar before, but he knew that what was between him and Summer Lowell wasn’t as simple as outsiders perceived.
After laughing, Maxim Sinclair suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Charles Jenson, who was pondering how to persuade him, "I see you’re single too, hasn’t your family urged you?"
"Urge? Of course," Charles Jenson replied, "The other day, my family, Empress Dowager in particular, called and it was all about this."
Speaking of this, Charles Jenson bent over to pick up the wine glass and drank half the glass irritably.
"Although your family presses you, they do consider your wishes, right?"
"That’s true," Charles Jenson nodded, "My family background is different from yours, my parents fell in love freely early on."
Charles Jenson finished speaking, as if he guessed something, cautiously asked, "Do you mean your parents might interfere in your marriage affairs?"
Maxim Sinclair neither nodded nor shook his head, merely stared at a distant ornament with a complicated expression, "The elders around me mostly chose to marry for the family."
Hearing this, Charles Jenson recalled the complex interpersonal relationships in Maxim Sinclair’s family.
Maxim Sinclair’s parents married because of the union between two families.
A marriage formed for interests can be both solid and flimsy.
From a young age, Maxim Sinclair already understood what it meant to share a bed but dream different dreams, to appear united yet be apart.
His own parents vividly demonstrated what a marriage formed for interests looks like.
Noticing his odd expression, Charles Jenson cleared his throat, "With your current status, there’s no need to marry for interest anymore, right?"
