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The next day, the reports about Shasha continued to heat up, especially since Hammer Industries had been renamed Samar Industrial.
Correspondingly, news about Samar Industrial seeking an administrative assistant spread across the internet and caught the attention of major headhunting firms. Those who prided themselves on being elite flocked to apply.
However, Shasha's hiring requirements were quite peculiar; mere capability was not enough—she also had to find the candidates visually appealing. Those deemed unattractive were dismissed using other positions, while those who were somewhat appealing were kept on hold. From noon until afternoon, she managed to find someone she liked, which made Shasha reflect on how challenging it was to be a boss.
At dinner, Tony made a call to invite her out, and naturally, his inseparable assistant was with him. Although their relationship had not yet been established, it was only a matter of time.
Shasha initially planned to attend the dinner alone but then wondered if that would make her feel like a third wheel. After some thought, she decided to invite a woman she knew—Elizabeth.
Leaving Beck at home, she set off from the apartment she had yet to move out of. When she arrived at Elizabeth's door, the model was already dressed in a sexy and fashionable manner, wearing a knee-length purple bodycon dress complemented by decorative shoulder pads that accentuated her curves.
Skillfully opening the passenger door, Elizabeth slid in and immediately asked, "Haven't you moved yet?"
Starting the car, Shasha was taken aback and replied, "How did you know?"
"Every time you come from that apartment, it usually takes you about fifteen minutes. This time was quicker because you're driving," Elizabeth said matter-of-factly before frowning. "Seriously, do you really plan to live there? You know your status is different now."
"What's different? At least when I go out, not many people recognize me," Shasha shrugged. "I haven't exposed myself much in public; most people in my own company probably haven't even seen me."
"I've never met someone like you before—someone who could have both fame and fortune yet chooses to hide away," Elizabeth shook her head in exasperation, disapproving of Shasha's approach.
"There’s a saying: being famous brings trouble. I don’t want to expose myself under the spotlight," Shasha replied. It was true; while this identity allowed her to conceal her multiple personas more easily, it was best not to attract too much attention. If someone with ulterior motives noticed her, everything she had done could be laid bare for all to see, rendering it meaningless.
"Suit yourself," Elizabeth shrugged. Having spent time together, she understood his personality well and knew she couldn't change him.
Before long, they arrived at the restaurant where they had agreed to meet Tony.
Upon entering, a waiter led them into a private room where Tony and Pepper had been waiting for some time.
"Hey buddy, you owe me a hundred bucks," Tony said with a smile as he reached out toward Pepper.
Pepper helplessly pulled out a hundred-dollar bill.
"You really are quite boring," Shasha remarked, guessing that they were probably betting on whether he had brought a companion. It was clear that Tony understood him a bit better, which is why he won.
Once they were seated and the dishes began to arrive slowly, Tony asked, "I heard you're hiring an administrative assistant?"
Even though Tony tried to keep his tone casual, Shasha could still detect a hint of schadenfreude in his voice. He raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to recommend someone to me? I wouldn't mind if you let Pepper come my way."
"Buddy, that's quite greedy of you," Tony shook his finger.
However, Pepper didn't hold back and interrupted him, "If Samal can offer a higher salary, I wouldn't mind switching jobs. Honestly, I'm getting tired of following this playboy around."
Tony looked helpless at her words, and Shasha couldn't help but laugh.
As the meal progressed, Shasha gradually became more familiar with Pepper, though it was nowhere near the friendship he had with Elizabeth.
Though they were both strong-willed women, intelligent and independent women often appreciate each other.
Soon enough, taking the excuse to step out for a smoke, Shasha and Tony left the space for the two women.
On the second-floor terrace, Shasha handed Tony a cigarette and lit one for himself.
Watching Shasha smoke, Tony was surprised. "When did you learn to smoke?"
"I actually learned a long time ago; I just quit for a while," Shasha replied casually. The act of smoking wasn't about the taste for him; it was a way to relieve stress and bring peace of mind—at least that's what he believed.
Tony clicked his tongue but didn't express any further opinions.
"I almost forgot to ask you about Obadiah. How do you plan to handle that?" Shasha suddenly inquired.
Tony paused in his smoking action before responding in a tone that revealed no emotion, "What can I do? Until things completely break down between us, I won't do anything to him."
Shasha sighed and patted his shoulder. "Every family has its own difficulties."
“Don't count me out either. I've heard quite a bit of news. It seems you've turned down quite a few headhunter recommendations?” Tony asked curiously. “What exactly do you need in an assistant? You know there’s only one Pepper.”
“My requirements aren't high. I just need someone capable and someone I find pleasing to the eye,” Shasha shrugged. He didn’t think that was too difficult; it was just that so far, no suitable candidates had come along.
Tony was taken aback. “You actually have low standards? But I wonder how strict your idea of ‘pleasing to the eye’ is.”
“I refuse to believe there isn’t someone suitable out there.” Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Shasha said bitterly.
Some things are indeed spot on.
Soon after, Shasha found an assistant he was satisfied with. She had striking long crimson hair, and her beauty and charm, clearly shaped by her Gypsy heritage, were unforgettable. Her name was Wanda Maximoff!
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