My Wife is a Hacker by Summer Chapter 1084

"I'm sure he is in the office.You'll need to speak to him directly anyway, so just head to the thirty-fourth
floor and see if he is there."

Jared opened the door and ushered her out.To him, the longer she sat here, the more time he would
waste talking to her.

"Okay, I'll see you some other time, then.I must make my way up there and meet Henry now."

Fiorella rose and headed out the door.

"Okay, bye."

Fiorella strutted out of Jared's office, took the elevator, and headed straight to the floor where Henry's
office was, and when she had arrived at the reception counter, she asked, "Is Henry in?"

The secretary who saw her did not recognize her, and she also felt that it was rude and inappropriate
for the woman to call Henry by his first name.

"May I ask who you are and if you have an appointment?"

"What? Now that Henry is the chairman, he needs an appointment made before anyone is allowed to
meet him?"

Fiorella eyed the assistant with her lips pursed and her brow raised.

"Tell him that Fiorella Fisher has something that would interest him."

The assistant picked the phone up and said, "Mr.Johnston, a person by the name of Fiorella Fisher
wishes to see you."



"Send her in," Henry said.

"Mr.Johnston said you're welcome to enter."

The assistant stared at Fiorella with an expression of puzzlement, thinking, 'Who is this woman? Who
is she to demand entry and raise her voice in front of Mr.Johnston's office?! Fiorella pushed the door
open and walked in.

Henry looked at her with a blank stare, and without even bothering to stand up.

If it were in the past, he would have hurried out of the office to greet her.

He gestured.

"Miss Fisher, please take a seat."

"Mr.Johnston, you've gotten yourself a rather opulent office, I must say," she commented.

Though Fiorella might have called him Mr.Johnston on purpose, she did not like Henry, even in the
slightest.She looked around and found that the place was even more spacious and decadent as
compared to Jared's office.

Henry did not in the least care what she called him, and he took that as a compliment.

"It is alright.The decorations are the work of my employees.I specifically instructed them to keep things
modest, but it seems that this was what they had in mind.Either way, I thought it looked amazing, and
embraced it anyway."

"Mr.Johnston, you're truly a modest man, indeed," Fiorella said, her tone icy and her face blank.

"You rarely visit, so I must ask, what brought you here today?"



Henry frowned as he began to size her up.

"Mr.Johnston, it seems that you have taken on an entirely new appearance and demeanor ever since
you became the chairman."

Fiorella took a seat, and looked at him from the couch.

Henry left his chair and joined her on the couch as well.

"Oh, that's fine."

"To cut to the chase, I have a hundred billion dollar project in my lineup, Mr.Johnston.I was wondering if
you'd be interested in a partnership," Fiorella said as she scrutinized his expression.

"Oh? I'm all ears." Henry beamed.

"It is a new energy project with enormous future prospects, a lucrative business, I should say..."

Fiorella said, and proceeded to pitch her idea with the eloquence typical of a businessperson for the
next few hours.

Then, she stopped.

"Mr.Johnston, my apologies, but I'm a little thirsty."

Henry, who knew what she meant, got up and went to his desk to make a call.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Do you have coffee?"

"Of course we do."



"Bring two cups of coffee in, please"' Henry ordered over the phone.

In no time, the secretary strode in with two cups of coffee and placed them on the table in front of
Henry and Fiorella, respectively.

Fiorella glanced at the assistant, grabbed her cup of coffee, and took a sip.

"The coffee is not bad."

Though she seemed to mean well, she was insinuating that brewing coffee was the only thing the
secretary was capable of doing.


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