Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 6: Osmond Cox

It wasn't long before the other representative came.

The representative was French; he came with his assistant and two other people. Rachel was familiar

with one of the tall men, but she didn't know where she met him before.

The man recognized her, laughed and called out, "Rachel!"

Looking at his kind smiling eyes, Rachel finally remembered.

Osmond Cox, a former apprentice of her father who worked under him in the court. He was like a

senior to her. However, he moved to Switzerland because of his family business and never came back.

"Osmond!" Rachel also smiled at him.

In a formal business meeting, it was impossible to talk about the old days with each other, they needed

to meet separately for that.

Rachel sat with Mr. Baker and listened carefully to the other party's representatives. Then she

translated their words to Mr. Baker. After Mr. Baker replied, she then translated it into French for the

other party.

Translation and interpretation test one’s listening capabilities. Each country's language is different in

expression and structure, and the translations are not same word by word. Rachel tried her best to

make the translation concise and formal, so both sides could understand it.

In the middle of the negotiation, when everyone was in a good mood, they clinked their glasses in a

toast. Rachel had to accept the drinks. Her monthly visitor still hadn’t gone; drinking ice-cold alcoholic

drinks made her face gradually turn pale.

Osmond looked at Rachel and then whispered something into the representative’s ear. After that there

was considerably much less clinking and toasting, mostly just eating the side dishes that came with the

drinks. Rachel became much more comfortable after that.

In less than an hour and a half, the meeting ended smoothly and both sides signed the contract.

Seeing that their job ended, Rachel excused herself to go to the bathroom to Mr. Backer. After coming

out of the stall Rachel wanted to smoke a cigarette, but she found out that she forgot to bring her purse

with her. She hurriedly washed her hands and left the bathroom.

When she walked out of the ladies room, she ran into Osmond.

Rachel took the initiative to say hello, "Osmond, thank you for that.” If it wasn't for his help, she might

be throwing up in the toilet just about now.

"You are welcome." Osmond smiled slightly. Seeing that her hands were still wet, he took out a

handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "It is easier to catch a cold when your hands are wet."

Rachel also casually took the handkerchief and wiped her hands on it. She joked, "Old habits die hard.

You still keep a handkerchief on you at all times?"

"It’s a habit, plus it’s hygienic." Osmond followed her back to the meeting room, and stood beside her, "I

heard about Mr. Lewis when I came back, but I didn’t have your number so I couldn’t contact you."

"He deserves it." Rachel said with no expressions on her face, "You don't need to sympathize with him,

Osmond. He is a greedy person who sat in a high position but didn’t respect or cherish it."

Osmond sighed heavily, then took out a business card and handed it to her, "I heard that he has some

time before he is sentenced. If there is anything you need, feel free to tell me. After all, I have been with

him for many years."

Rachel hesitated but then took the card.

When she came across Osmond, she had thought about asking for money from him. However, the

money she needed was not a small amount, she was a bit embarrassed. He was her father’s

apprentice. She didn’t want to feel small in front of him.

"Thanks, I’ll call you if I need help." Rachel gave up the idea of borrowing money and changed the

topic, "I heard you got married soon after you went to Switzerland. How’s life?"

"Not so good." A wry smile appeared on Osmond’s grave face, "My wife liked partying around so much,

she was always out with other men. I couldn’t bear that so I suggested divorce."

“...”

Rachel didn't expect his life to be like this. She didn't know how to react for a moment, "Don't you guys

have a daughter? What about her?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"I was afraid she would mess up my daughter’s life, so I gave her half of the property and got the

custody of my daughter. When I came back from Switzerland this time, I also brought my daughter

along with me. I want to live here for some time.”

Seeing Rachel’s face wrinkled apologetically, Osmond felt a little embarrassed; he said with a smile,

“Don't feel sorry for asking. It's not a big deal. If a couple can't be happy together then divorce is a good

option."

Rachel smiled slightly, but did not speak.