Chapter 1037: Thank you, but no thank you.
Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress
Many said that when a person was standing at deathâs door, their life would flash before them. It was true... but perhaps not for everyone. While some would freeze at the sight of an oncoming car or see their life flash before their eyes, Atlas wasnât even fazed.
Turning his head to the light beaming at him as the car sped closer, he casually looked away and focused back on his phone. What did he do? He sent his message to Allen.
SCREECH!
The tire left its tracks on the pavement as it screeched to a halt, stopping just inches from Atlasâs leg. Atlas arched a brow and glanced at the bumper before casually sending another short message to Allen. His first message had been cut short, after all.
"Atlas!" Suddenly, Jonathanâs voice echoed in the parking lot.
Atlas didnât respond immediately. He finished his message before lifting his eyes to see Jonathan approaching him from the side.
"Iâm sorry about that," Jonathan apologized as their eyes met. "I was distracted, so I didnât see you."
Atlas wordlessly studied the man from head to toe before nodding. "Forgiven," but not forgotten.
"Goodness. Iâm really sorry. I wasnât expecting to see you." Jonathan sighed heavily, raising his brows as he also examined Atlasâs business attire. "Are you heading inside? Letâs go in together!"
"No, thanks." With that, Atlas coldly looked away and started walking.
"Atlas, come on!" Jonathan took a large step to follow him. "Itâs been a while since we saw each other, and to be honest, I wasnât expecting to see you here!"
Atlas cast him a sidelong glance but said nothing. He continued walking, while Jonathan stopped, watching Atlasâs back.
"Please? I think we did have a good chemistry while playing basketball," Jonathan quipped, shrugging. "Youâre at the Pierson Corporation, and I heard about what happened. Iâm not trying to judge, but I can put in a good word for you if what youâre here for is what I think."
This time, Atlas stopped in his tracks. Seeing that Atlas finally halted, Jonathan smiled in satisfaction.
"Iâll park my car. Itâll be quick!"
With that, Jonathan jogged back to his car, as if sure Atlas would wait for him. And Atlas did, turning around to follow the car that almost killed him with his gaze. Jonathan stayed true to his word.
In under three minutes, Jonathan was jogging back to where Atlas stood. As soon as he arrived, a wide grin dominated his face.
"See? I was fast!" Jonathan bragged, but Atlas remained silent as he resumed walking. "Atlas, are you always this cold?"
"..."
Jonathan smacked his lips, eyes on Atlas as they headed to the lift. "Are you here because my brother offered you a job here... after you were kicked out of Global Prime Logistics?"
"No."
"He didnât?" Jonathanâs brows rose in surprise, studying Atlas from top to bottom again. "Then what are you doing here?"
Atlas thought for a moment, recalling what Allen had been rambling about. "Job hunt."
"A job... hunt? Youâre looking for a job... in here?"
"Thatâs what I said."
Jonathanâs mouth fell open in genuine surprise. "Then how come you have access to the executive parking space?" he asked, only to receive a sidelong glance from Atlas, which made him realize the reason.
Regardless of Atlasâs situation, he was still the Pierson Familyâs matriarchâs brother.
"Thatâs a stupid question," Jonathan laughed to himself, jogging a few steps ahead to press the button before stopping beside Atlas as they waited for the lift. "Of course. Even if you donât have a position here, Iâm sure youâd still get special treatment because youâre... our in-law."
DING!
Atlas paused as he received a message from Allen. After reading it, he reached out and pressed the button.
Seeing that Atlas was heading down, Jonathan smiled at him. Jonathan wasnât stupid; he just understood Atlasâs personality. If Atlas came here looking for a job, there was zero chance he would tell Zoren about it.
Atlas had too much pride. He wouldnât ask anyone for help, especially not his younger brother-in-law. Most importantly, Atlas cared a lot about his reputation as Charles Bennetâs firstborn and his siblingsâ first brother. He wouldnât ask his younger brother-in-law to put in a good word for him even if it killed him.
"About work..." Jonathan brought it up. "Why not come with me, Atlas?"
Atlas finally cast Jonathan a look, since he had a few minutes while waiting for the elevator. "Are you interested in me?"
"I am."
"I donât like men."
"Haha! Not that kind of interest, Iâm sorry."
"You donât have to."
Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head, taking it as Atlasâs way of humoring him. Little did he know, Atlas was dead serious. Atlas was starting to get concerned, and it was better to make things clear to everyone before anything else.
It was Atlasâs way of drawing the line.
"You said youâre looking for work. Since you didnât ask Zoren Pierson for help, why not come with me?" Jonathan proposed. "I can give you a decent position in the company. You wonât have to go through the hassle of long lines and the exhausting interview process. I heard the Pierson Corporationâs interview is more like an interrogation than a job interview."
Atlas blinked and stared at Jonathan. âPenny told me one thing about this guy,âhe thought, recalling how Penny had whispered something to him out of the blue at the reunion. âShe said... heâs an idiot. He knows I didnât ask Zoren for help. What made him think Iâd ask him when I didnât ask someone in a higher position than him?â
In Jonathanâs defense, he proposed it because he knew Atlas wouldnât accept. Besides, Zoren and Jonathan were different. Some people would rather ask strangers for help than someone they know. Therefore, Jonathan simply tried.
"Thank you, but no thank you," Atlas nodded, hearing the elevatorâs chime as the doors opened. He stepped aside to let Jonathan in.
Jonathan beamed, stepping into the lift. When he faced Atlas again, his mouth stretched into a wide grin. "If you change your mind, you can always look for me. Iâll put in a good word."
"Thank you, but no thank you," Atlas repeated in his classic flat tone, just as the doors closed between them. "See you around, though."
DING!