Chapter 45
Beyond the Divorce
The Coctail Event With that thought in mind, I called Ivanna and asked about the coat. She exclaimed, âOh, I forgot itâs still at the dry cleaners!â
âDonât worry about it. Iâll pick it up myself,â I hung up and was about to get up when I remembered not having Atlasâs number.
I sat back down and searched for it on my laptop but failed. I couldnât find a trace of Atlas. It seemed he wasnât a significant figure at ATL Empire. Otherwise, he wouldnât be this elusive.
As I recall, his presence and charisma were extraordinary. However, for a company as big as ATL Empire, anyone they hired wouldnât be lacking.
Before I could figure out how to get Atlasâs number, I received a call from Matthew, asking me to come to his office.
When I arrived, I realized he wanted me to crossâreference the information from my last visit to ATL Empire. I explained things to him, ensuring we left no stone unturned. After all, this was a significant deal, and Tanum Corporation was my brainchild.
I couldnât allow any actions that contradicted Tanum Corporationâs development. I specifically reminded Matthew to focus on the exclusive new product line.
Before I could finish explaining. Johnson entered and reported to Matthew. He mentioned an industry association cocktail event after receiving an invitation and a attendees list.
I glanced at the list and hatched a brilliant plan. It was an excellent opportunity since many major companies were on the list, so I volunteered to accompany Matthew to the event. Although he wasnât keen on the idea, I insisted on broadening my horizons.
He eventually relented, and we attended the event together.
I rarely attended such gatherings in the past, often leaving the public appearances to Matthew. After all, he was the head of the family in my eyes, and I was content to remain in the background.
Still, he was no longer the same Matthew I knew. I couldnât afford to let go of any opportunities that allowed me to connect with this industry.
At the event, I spotted Atlas. He carried himself well, not less impressive than the portly CEOs present.
He stood beside an elegant middleâaged man, conducting himself with composed grace.
I discreetly inquired and discovered that the middleâaged man was Nick Wright, the General Manager of ATL Empireâs Genovia headquarters. He was the key figure who shouldâve appeared during the bidding I chuckled because it meant Atlas might be his assistant or something similar.
Many clients I recognized attended the event, maintaining longâstanding relationships. They seized the opportunity and asked about my retreat over the years.
I stood beside Matthew, playing the role of a doting wife. I mentioned I had been focused on family life.
Meanwhile, Matthew was charming and treated me with care. Although our company wasnât large, his charisma and demeanor held their own against anyone. He chatted and laughed, his manner polished.
1 Still, looks could be deceiving.
Just as we put on a public display of affection, Atlas followed Nick toward me with a glass of wine. His deep gaze swept the crowd, finally settling on me.