Chapter 22: What's So Hard About Apologizing?

"Give it to Miss Alix." Fu Hua said to the female worker, who in turn followed his instruction.

Fu Hua went back to work after the female worker left his office. As for Feng Alix, she took her time drinking her tea.

While sipping her tea, she glanced at Fu Hua who hadn't bothered to spare her another glance.

Feng Alix felt heartbroken at being ignored, and tears were threatening to drop from her eyes. So she had no choice but to abandon her cup of tea halfway.

She left Fu Hua's office without saying anything.

Even after she left, Fu Hua didn't raise his head till he was done approving the illustration designs for the Autumn fashion show.

His eyes moved to the empty couch and the mug on his table.

"When did she leave?." Fu Hua asked himself in a low tone.

He picked up the telephone on his desk and dialed a number. He relayed a few instructions before dropping the call.

He stretched his arms before picking up his cell phone from his desk. He found his girlfriend's phone number and dialed it.

After two rings, no one answered the calls.

'She must be angry.' Fu Hua thought.

Of course, Feng Alix was unhappy. Who could endure it when their beloved ones ignored them?.

Seeing that she wasn't answering his calls, he sent her a text, asking her to call him back when she was free.

The Chief Fashion designer for the FJ styles knocked before walking into Fu Hua's office. She was a woman in her early 40's.

"I have approved all of the designs, so you can take them and start production immediately. Don't forget to choose the finest fabrics and raw materials. Please, inspect everything before production, during production, and after production. I will not tolerate any mistakes." Fu Hua said to the Chief Designer.

"Of course, Sir. I will take my leave now." The Chief designer bowed before leaving with the stacks of illustration designs Fu Hua passed to her.

A minute later, Fu Hua's assistant worked into his office.

"Boss, this document needs your approval." His PA said as he passed the document to him.

"Find somebody to clean up that mess." Fu Hua said to him while pointing at the leftover tea on his table.

"I will take care of it." His PA replied before walking towards the couch. He picked up the teacup and left the office, while Fu Hua went through the documents that needed his approval.

A few minutes later, His PA returned. He took some wipes from the pack on the table and wiped the glass table with it, after which he threw the used wipes into the waste paper basket.

Fu Hua saw his actions, but ignored them and went on to sign the documents before passing them to him.

"I've signed the papers. Instruct the Heads of every department to submit their budget for the Autumn Fashion show to the Finance team, before this weekend. And on your way out, empty the waste paper basket." Fu Hua instructed with his gaze glued to his face.

"Yes, Boss." His PA replied.

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On his way out with the documents, he took the water paper basket with him.

Done with the current work, Fu Hua went unto the next. He worked till Lunch break. The only thing that caused him to pause with his work was the text he received from his mother.

The text was generalized, which meant that she forwarded it to some other people as well.

"A get-together?." Fu Hua asked himself with an indifferent look.

He heaved a sigh before typing a reply. 'Got it.'

Fu Hua massaged his temples with his fingers before picking up his phone again.

After his text to Feng Alix, he hadn't received any reply from her, and she didn't return his calls, so he decided to phone her again.

This time around, she answered the call and proceeded to speak first.

"Mr. Fu, could you please call back, I'm very busy now." Feng Alix said through the phone.

She was currently trying on dresses for her shoot this weekend.

"I called to ask you for lunch, but since you are busy, let's have lunch tomorrow." Fu Hua replied and ended the call before she could reply to him.

Feng Alix felt so vexed that she ended up throwing her phone on the ground.

The people in the fitting room with her screened out of shock.

"What are you screaming for, pick the phone." Feng Alix instructed as she gave them a death glare.

One of the girls in the room picked up the phone and passed it to her.

"Your screen is broken." The girl reported.

"And so?." Feng Alix retorted without a care as she folded her arms.

"Nothing." The girl replied before going back to her work.

"I'm not in the mood to continue with the fitting." Feng Alix said as she picked up her bag before leaving the fitting room.

Luckily, she was putting on her dress before leaving out of anger.

Her manager who was waiting outside the door for her was surprised to her come out so soon.

"Are you through already?." She asked.

"I'm not in the mood to continue, so please stay away from me." Feng Alix replied as she walked ahead without looking back.

"Why does she sound angry?." The manager asked herself before walking into the fitting room to find out what caused her mood to change.

When she got the whole details, she sighed. She spoke to the person in charge of the dress fitting to reschedule another appointment, before leaving.

"He couldn't even apologize! What's so hard about saying, 'I'm sorry?!'. I had a lot of pride in me, but I still know to apologize sometimes. But he, he finds it so difficult!." Feng Alix screamed as she smashed things in her leaving room.

She was so angry. She scratched her hair and pulled her shoe off her feet. She was looking like a crazy person now.

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