THYU - Chapter 3
To Help You Understand
Perhaps because she took too much medicine, there was less pain than she expected.
Violet opened her eyes again on a bed so soft that her whole body melted. She smiled unconsciously and buried her face in the pillow.
The wind came in through the slightly open window, brushing the curtains and ruffling her hair.
If she had known that life after death would be this peaceful, she would have died three years ago.
It was the first time in her life that she felt this refreshed. Not only did the headache that she had always suffered from completely disappear for the first time in her life, but the fatigue that had always weighed on her body also disappeared.
"Happy..."
Violet's eyes, which had been slowly closed, opened again at the sound of her voice. She raised her upper body. Violet wrapped her hands around her neck.
And soon she looked at her hands again. Neither her neck nor her hands were mine. It was her husband's large hand that she held for the only time at their wedding, and it was his low, fierce voice. Violet covered her mouth with both hands as she looked at his healthy body, built up through hard work and sports.
Violet got down on the floor and was once again surprised by the feeling of the strong leg muscles.
"What happened...."
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom with a blank face. The man in the mirror was clearly Winter Blooming. He is a man with a height of over 190cm, a menacing body with wide shoulders, and a brutal but handsome appearance. He has winter-blooming jet-black hair with a bit of curl and gray eyes.
"I guess I've really gone crazy now."
While Violet was talking to herself, the door opened loudly and Hayel, Winter's secretary, entered.
"CEO! That guy Rowell is already prepared! Get ready quickly!"
Hayel was holding coffee in one hand and a suit in the other. He was already neatly dressed in a suit, and unlike what he had seen in the Blooming family, he was completely omitting formalities. Hayel laid out his white shirt and suit pants on the bed.
"You can wear this. Please do me a favor and wear a tie today. It's a public place."
"Yes. Oh, no. I understand."
Hayel was Impressed by Violet's polite answer. But he nodded as if he Immediately understood the reason.
"Ah, I see you were practicing polite speech for today's meeting. Well, you were really upset yesterday."
At his words, Violet tilted her head and asked.
"......Why am I practicing?"
"Why? The CEO is terrible at etiquette. Are you asking that? You already overslept, but you don't even have time to do this! Change your clothes quickly!"
Violet nodded in surprise and ran to the bed.
After a while, a maid placed some hot, still bubbling coffee on the table. She said as Hayel scooped up a generous amount of sugar with a spoon and poured it into her coffee.
"As for the coffee beans from the Weidelin Mountains, Lowal asked to increase the price per gram by 30 rounds (10. 000 rounds is 1 lacne).
"Aren't you crazy?"
"Hey. Can you please let me go out and change my clothes?"
Of course, other people always changing
Havel's eyes widened at those words and he asked.
"Why are you really like this this morning?"
Violet felt very uncomfortable changing her clothes in front of Hayel, so she asked him to do so.
"I'm feeling a little upset today. I would appreciate it if you could turn around and stay."
"Why are you suddenly speaking so elegantly... Why don't you have coffee?"
Hayel turned around feeling puzzled and began the briefing. Violet first picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and almost spit it out. It was extremely thick, and the sugar poured I made it so sweet that it hurt her tongue.
Moreover, it was so hot that it felt as if a heated stone had been placed inside.
She couldn't drink more than one sip of coffee. After giving up her coffee, Violet took a moment to put on her white shirt and black dress pants and tied her gray tie around her neck. And she looked at Hayel in embarrassment.
"Heyel, I'm sorry......."
"Are you hungover again? Do you think you can't go to the meeting?"
It seems the only time Winter apologizes is when he's hungover. Violet held up her tie.
"Give me a hand."
"Are you punishing me now? I don't know what you did wrong, but just swear like you normally do."
Hayel walked over with an expression of not understanding and skillfully tied his tie. Violet, who was turning her head away because it was awkward for a man to be close to her, put on her brown shoes when Hayel took her hand away.
"So, A meeting right away?"
"Yes. CEO, this time, you can never get angry and turn the table over even if that bastard scratches your head."
He usually swears and turns over tables.
The image of her husband, whom she had thought to be a cold-blooded person who would not shed a single drop of blood even when stabbed, collapsed in an instant. If she were crazy, this would all be a delusion.
"Now, If you're ready, let's go!"
Hayel pushed Violet's back. Violet started walking, amazed at Winter's solid body that was not pushed away by Hayel's pushing force at all.
***
Without any time to adjust, Violet sat In front of Winter's unfinished contract.
Violet, sitting in front of a table covered with documents, realized that the reason Winter always sat back wasn't to be arrogant. The table she had adjusted to her height must have been unreasonably low for winter.
What should I do...
Violet was almost convinced that she was mentally unstable and delusional, but that didn't mean she couldn't let the contract go to waste.
She checked the documents, blaming her personality for not being comfortable even when she was crazy.
As Violet was looking at the documents for a while, Rowal, a member of the Videlin Mountains clan sitting across from her, opened his mouth.
"You shouted so loudly yesterday, but are you quiet today?"
"I was rude yesterday. I apologize."
After listening to the briefing, It seemed that Rowell was a Lord who was deeply invested in the ideology of the chosen people and that he placed great importance on etiquette.
He spoke again in an accusatory tone, perhaps bothered by Violet paying more attention to manners than usual.
"I don't know what kind of trick you are doing. Since you were violent yesterday, are you going to go with a gentle approach today?"
"Rather."
"All these numbers here."
Rowell raised all the numbers written in the contract by 30.
"If you don't buy it at this price, I can't sell it. Weidelin coffee beans,"
Weidelin Coffee was famous for its top-quality coffee. Violet also often drank it at the royal castle.
She never knew that these coffee beans were so expensive. She said, looking embarrassed as Violet had never sat in front of a negotiating table like this before.
"It's already written in the contract..."
"If you increase it by 30 rounds, the burden on our side will increase too much."
Rowell responded irritably to that caution.
"Don't be so scared. Isn't the hotel chain you run enjoying unprecedented prosperity? It sounds like an excuse to say that there is a lot of burden."
Violet heard that her husband became irretrievably broke after marriage. However...
seeing him say this, it appears that his fortune has been restored to some extent.
'Or I only hear what I want to hear, up the pole.'
Violet thought. As expected, she felt great guilt towards Winter. So no matter how long Winter spent outside, she would always be happy to welcome him home when he came home.
While she was thinking, Rowell spoke to her.
"If we sell it like this, the money will not go to the Weidelin children."
"Do the children work?"
"Sure."
Oh my gosh, kids work!
Violet, who thought that the children should be compensated for their labor, looked through the documents, found a stamp, and answered.
"Then, as you said..."
As she showed signs of stamping her name, a scared Hayel ran up to her and grabbed her arm. "Uh, wow. You drank too much yesterday, so you're not sober yet!"
Hayel said and grabbed her, making her whine.
As Violet followed suit and left the meeting place for a while, Hayel lowered his voice and questioned.
"Are you really sober? Why are you like this!”
"Ah. I heard that children work...... "
"Just looking at it, you're trying to make fun of the fact that you were made a servant when you were young. And the CEO knows better. Even if child labor is used, no money actually goes to the children, and it ends up in Lowell's pocket.... No, why do I have to explain something so obvious, all of a sudden? How much did you drink?"
Hayel looked convinced that the reason his boss was acting soft was because he was still drunk.
Violet, who had a dumbfounded face, asked back.
"Then how would my normal self react? If only I hadn't woken up with less alcohol."
"You're acting strangely drunk... The table must have been turned over the moment the word 30 rounds was mentioned. And I stopped you, and then you scheduled another meeting, right?"
"..."
If she wants to act like the usual Winter, she has to turn the table over...
By the way, it looks like it's made of marble. Can it be turned over by human power?
After thinking about it, Violet walked over and tried to move the table with her hand. Then, surprisingly, the table that seemed not to budge was lifted.
Violet was amazed at the strength of Winter's arms, and at the same time, she looked at Rowell and saw that he was shrugging his shoulders in fear.
Violet looked at him for a moment and picked up the papers that had fallen on the floor due to the table being tilted.
Then he sat down and drew across the numbers Rowell had written with a pen."Let's negotiate again. From the beginning."
Rowell asked with a trembling voice at Violet's words.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's have a conversation. We sit and talk until the negotiation is over and we are both satisfied."
It was Winter Bloom's way of scaring people and turning over tables.
But sitting here was Violet Lawrence, and what she did best was hold on to one spot. Even though she stood like a ghost and couldn't avoid the flying stones, her daily routine was to hold on to the party.
Violet spread out the documents she had collected on the table.
"Let me read it again from the beginning."
"That doesn't mean the letters change."
"I will read it over and over again. Until we get an answer or one of us gets tired and stops."
It didn't matter if it was a dream or mental illness. Violet was a very responsible person, so she was determined to make the best of this arrangement.
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