Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

It was almost tto get off work.

Stella had already changed and cto Leia's office door. She knocked a few times and only pushed open the door when the leader inside said she could enter.

she was taught by Leia to be a well-behaved person.

"Ms. March, aren't you getting off work?" Leia did not even raise her head. She was reading the document attentively. Then, she lowered her head and wrote something on the form. "Yes, you can get off work after completing today's mission." Almost everyone in the company had finished their work, and Leia was always the latest.

Speaking of which, it was strange. After coming to Yamin Group for so long, Stella had never seen Leia cto work, let alone get off work.

Stella, who had always adhered to the principle of getting off work on time, would not work overtif she didn't have to. This was the opposite of Chris.

For Chris, doing other things was not as practical as performing surgeries and researching cases. Almost everything else was a waste of tand was unnecessary.

Chris once had said these words to Stella. At that time, Stella said, "Chris, don't you think that eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping are a waste of time? Why don't you study how people can do it without eating, drinking, shitting, and sleeping? If you succeed in your research, you will create something in the path of medicine that has never been done before or since. Good luck. | believe in you." Chris retorted like this back then, "What | want to accomplish now is figure out how to replace your brain." Stella glanced at Leia, who was working with her head lowered. "Then I'll leave first. Bye-bye, Ms. March." "Yeah." Just as Stella placed a hand on the glass door, Leia's voice cfrom behind her. "Oh, right. Recruit three salespeople. And you're their leader." Hearing this, Stella turned around and pointed at her face with her index finger, thinking she had misheard.

"Me?" Hearing her loud voice, Leia looked up and met her gaze. She asked, "Or what? Me?" Realizing that the leader, the person her sister sent to deal with her, was not joking, she quickly changed her tone. "Me, it must be me. It has to be me. You've arranged it very well." Leia held back her laughter and said calmly, "Go out." "Alright, goodbye. Ms. March, take care." Stella closed the door obsequiously.

When she walked out of the door, she bumped into Mona, who had just entered. She greeted her warmly, "Hi, hello. Mona, why aren't you off work yet? Are you working overtime, too?" Mona was wearing a black suit. Her lips curved slightly. "Yes, I'll tell Ms. March. Ms..." Before she could say the word "Yamin," she was stopped by the carefree Stella. "CallStella. Why do you keep callingMs. Yamin? It sounds like we're not close enough." Mona was speechless.

Stella looked around and covered one side of her face with one hand. She quietly lowered her voice and asked, "Mona, where exactly does Ms. March live?" Mona replied extremely seriously, "I don't know. I've never been to Ms. March's house." Stella didn't believe it. "You're spouting nonsense. I'm not telling anyone. Why are you acting like a spy in a spy movie?" 'Is there a need to be so secretive? Even if she is the imperial envoy, she won't be murdered if she lets others know where she lives," Stella thought.

Seeing that Mona was tight-lipped and she could not get anything out of her, Stella did not intend to waste any more time. "Bye-bye. Best of luck. Get off work early." Mona nodded and said calmly, "Goodbye." When she got into the car downstairs, Stella opened the door and got in. She saw a gift box in the back seat and raised her hand to knock her head. "Damn, | forgot the gift for Ava. What a memory." After saying that, she took out the shiny phone decorated by herself from her bag and took out Ava's business card. She started the car with one hand and sent a voice message with the other. "Ava, calling Ava. Are you there?" After sending the message, the car was already running normally. Stella held the steering wheel with one hand.

The car slowly drove forward. She raised her phone with the other hand, and the phone rang.

She clicked on it with her thumb and realized Ava had also replied with a voice message. Her soft voice echoed in the car. "I'm here. You just got off work at this time, right? Is it convenient for you to listen if I send you a voice message?" 'It is more than convenient," Stella thought.

Stella felt that Frank had picked up a treasure. Ava's voice was so soft and gentle that it could make one's ears pregnant. "I bought little gifts for the babies on a business trip a few days ago. | forgot to give them to you. | only brought two this tbecause tis limited. You can't tell them. I'll make it up to them next t| go on a business trip." After becoming a person often on business trips, Stella would bring the children souvenirs occasionally. A few days ago, she bought two items suitable for Ava's children because she didn't have enough tto go shopping on a business trip.

Ava smiled. "Alright, shall | cand get it?" Stella held the phone and said into the microphone at the bottom of the phone, "No need. I'll send it over to you.

Are you at htomorrow?" "Yes, yes. Just come." Stella looked ahead. "Alright, I'll send it to you tomorrow afternoon. | want to have sbeauty sleep in the morning." Ava was puzzled. "Isn't beauty sleep at night?" "For me, as long as it's a sleep, it's called beauty sleep." "Alright, you're right. I'll wait for you tomorrow." "Okay, okay, I'm going hto have dinner now." Ava Turner sent a "be careful" emoji, which was very cute. She even sent a "thank you, beautiful lady" emoji.

After reading the message, Stella put her phone in the central control and muttered to herself, "If | were a man, | would also fall in love with such a cute girl. No wonder Frank treats Ava like a little princess." It was a little congested after work. Fifty minutes later, Stella arrived at the Yamin family. She turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, took her phone, grabbed her bag, and opened the door. Then, she got out of the car. The entire set of actions took less than 30 seconds.

She pushed open the villa gate and casually threw her high heels at the door. She took her slippers, stepped in, and went straight to the dining room.

When she passed by the living room, she threw her bag on the sofa and saw her parents and brother eating happily in the dining room. She quickly went to the sink to wash her hands and squeezed shand sanitizer into her hands. She complained, "Didn't you wait for me? Am | still your family? | work so hard." Angie said, "Didn't you get the salary? Your current salary is twice that of your current salary at the Wilson Group. What? Do you want to increase your salary?" After washing her hands, Stella shook her hands and wiped them with a tissue. She grinned and said, "If Dad agrees, | have no objections. The more, the better." Chris only ate quietly. He had as little presence as possible. He lowered his head and tried not to offend his mother.

After Stella finished speaking, Angie looked at her daughter, who had already picked up her fork and was eating.

Angie asked Charlie, who was eating seriously and not saying a word, "Mr. Yamin, do you approve your employee's request?" At home, Charlie was a chairman in nonly. He didn't have the final say. When he heard his wife's words, his hand, which was holding the fork, paused. Then, he picked up the food on his plate with his fork and prepared to eat it. "You can decide on the financial side." Chris thought to himself, 'What a good answer. | have to learn.’ Angie was quite satisfied with her husband's answer, but she was also humble. She held a white porcelain bow and said, "Since your father has giventhe right, I'll tell you. It depends on how you perform." Charlie cursed in his heart, 'It's not that | have given you the right. If | didn't say that, | will have to run with my son tomorrow morning." "Did | not perform well? Mr. Yamin, did | not perform well in the company? I'm more or less good. If you don't believe me, ask Dad to ask Ms. March. My performance is good. Ms. March even gavea huge task. From tomorrow onward, she askedto lead three intern salespeople. No matter what, I'm equivalent to a small supervisor now." Angie exposed her. "Self-appointed." "Mom, do you know how to chat? | relied on my ability to make the leaders trust me. With my ability, how can | not manage a few fresh graduates? It's a piece of cake." Stella patted her chest confidently.

Chris lifted his eyelids and glanced sideways at his sister. Stella noticed his action. "Chris, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly think of running in the morning? The maid said that you've been running for two days. Are you suffering from osteoporosis or rheumatism?" Chris wanted to cover his sister's head with the plate if allowed. He had already stopped talking. It seemed that he could not eat at htomorrow. It was better to have dinner with Kimble.

Charlie did not know why his wife wanted his son to run in the winter. He pricked up his ears and did not stop eating macaroni, pretending to be indifferent.

"Exercising," Chris, who did not know the reason, said lightly. He could not be bothered to talk to his very insensitive sister.

"Are you crazy? Why do you exercise in such cold weather? Why don't you go to Trevon's gym to exercise? It's warm and free. You don't even know how to freeload." She thought Chris was stupid.

He didn't use the ready-made working out ground that he didn't need to pay. Stella had the urge to give his brother a brain check. She would ask Natalie about this another day.

Upon hearing this, Angie choked on her macaroni. This was indeed unbelievable. However, speople liked to run outdoors, so she had to let his son exercise first. She reprimanded her talkative daughter, "You talk too much. So what if your brother wants to run? If not, you can accompany your brother tomorrow." Angie only wanted her daughter to shut up. She knew very well that her daughter wouldn't wake up and run in the morning.

As expected, in the next second, Stella immediately raised her hand and made a surrendering gesture. "l was wrong. Exercising is quite good. Chris, you can do it. I'll support you mentally, but not in actions. My ability is limited." She made a gesture of taking care as ancient people did.

She was afraid that the entire neighborhood would think that she was crazy.

Chris was speechless.

Charlie ate quietly and was depressed. He was woken up by his wife every day for two consecutive days. Then, when his son went out, his wife went back to sleep. He did not sleep well for two days. Waking up naturally was a luxury.

Previously, William had said that Frank hoped he would wake up naturally. Now, there was no need. He could sleep until dawn. Charlie now felt that he was asking for too much. He did not know how many more days his son would have to run.

Angie was very tight-lipped. As long as it was a trap, she would not tell anyone.

After dinner, Charlie called Leia and gave her an order to rest at htomorrow.

Since this girl was sent by his son-in-law and he had seen her holding a bag of medicine when he entered the elevator this morning, he was not an unscrupulous businessman who exploited his employees.

When she first received the call from the chairman, Leia was full of rejection. She kept saying she was fine, and it was not until Charlien's tone becstern that she agreed.