She stood tall, holding a thick folder in her hands, her gaze calmly fixed on the elevator entrance, clearly having been waiting there for a while.
Ethan walked straight over, unlocked the car, and as he opened the door, asked with a hint of confusion, "Why not just come up and wait? You know exactly what's up there."
Upon hearing this, Mia's lips curled into a graceful yet meaningful smile: "I think waiting here is pretty nice too." Besides," she glanced around at the bright, tidy, and luxurious basement space filled with luxury cars, "this underground garage is decorated better than a lot of hotel lobbies."
She knew very well that the atmosphere at Ethan's place a few days ago had left her a little unsettled.
If she went up now, she might not even make it out! So she'd chosen to wait directly in the garage.
Ethan sat in the driver's seat, only raised his eyebrows at the words, and didn't respond.
It perfectly fit the saying: I understand your dignified restraint, and you understand my ulterior motives.
The two understood each other without any words; neither brought up the topic.
The engine let out a low roar, Ethan stepped on the gas, and the car smoothly drove out of the garage.
Once on the main road, Mia spread the folder out on her lap and began reporting on the main items. Her voice regained professional clarity: "Ethan, here's the original and a copy of the business license I just picked up, along with the company's official seal, financial seal, and contract seal — all in this folder. Also, per your instructions, the authorized signatory's stamp has been engraved and filed."
She pulled out a few key documents and gestured to them.
"Mm." Ethan focused intently on the road ahead and responded.
Mia continued, "Also, the company's registered capital has been fully paid in — $3 million. Yesterday afternoon, following your instructions, the full amount was transferred from your personal account to the company's business account. Right now, once the bylaws are drafted, operations can officially begin."
After finishing her report, she carefully put the documents away.
"Thanks for your hard work." Ethan nodded, indicating he understood.
As he spoke, his left hand steadily gripped the steering wheel, while his right hand naturally and almost casually landed on Mia's leg, clad in black stockings.
Mia felt the warm sensation on her leg, her body pausing almost imperceptibly. Then, instead of pulling away, she naturally turned her body slightly, bringing her leg closer to his hand, as if simply adjusting her sitting position.
Then, she raised her hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wearing a polite smile: "It's not hard at all. For these procedural tasks, most of the time I just need to handle communication and coordination, with dedicated staff following up on the actual execution, so it's actually pretty manageable."
"How's it going with the search firm?" Ethan asked, his gaze sweeping over her. The hand resting on her leg showed no sign of moving away.
Through the black silk as thin as cicada wings, he could clearly feel the warm, soft, and firm skin of her leg — the texture was truly excellent.
Ethan couldn't help but savor the moment.
Mia's breathing seemed to quicken a little. She adjusted her posture and said, "They've finished the preliminary screening and background checks. Later today, they'll send over the final shortlist of candidates who meet our core requirements, along with a detailed evaluation report."
"Good," Ethan nodded with satisfaction. "Once the list's confirmed, get them scheduled for interviews as soon as possible. The company's framework is set, and it urgently needs these key hires to fill it in and get things moving."
He paused slightly and added, "Also, have the search firm work in parallel on a batch of suitable entry-level hires, to build out the base teams in each department and strengthen the company."
"I've already flagged the entry-level hiring needs with them in advance. They'll send that over along with the executive shortlist." Mia was clearly very thorough.
Then she remembered something: "By the way, I've already placed orders for the company's basic hardware — office computers, desks and chairs, printers, and other basic office furniture and IT equipment — all charged to the company account. I'll organize the relevant purchase contracts and payment receipts into a reimbursement form for you to sign off on when it's ready."
After hearing this, Ethan couldn't help but praise her mentally.
What does professionalism mean?
This is what you call professionalism!
Mia hadn't just efficiently completed the tasks she was given, she'd also planned ahead, getting a lot of potentially messy logistics sorted out in advance.
This style of execution and efficiency practically mirrored Diana over at Redwood Capital!
Sure enough, leaving professional matters to professionals gets you twice the result for half the effort.
With Diana running Redwood Capital, Ethan could basically step back. He only needed to get involved when a strategic issue came up.
Now, with the newly established entertainment company and Mia around, Ethan could relax a lot too.
"Let's keep going like this for now," Ethan was quite satisfied with the progress. "As for the rest, once the company's on track and staffed up, we'll refine it as we go."
He praised without hesitation, "You've done really well, Mia. This kind of attention to detail and professionalism exceeded my expectations."
A trace of pleasure at being recognized flashed in Mia's eyes, but her tone remained humble: "Honestly, a lot of the actual execution is being handled closely by my colleagues. My main job is understanding your strategic intent, then clearly communicating requirements and coordinating resources to make sure it gets done."
She turned her head slightly to look at Ethan, her eyes bright and confident, sending a clear message: she was far more than just a pretty face.
...
The McLaren pulled into the underground garage at the Meridian Tower.
Ethan and Mia got out of the car and entered the private elevator.
The elevator steadily ascended, the numbers kept climbing, and finally stopped at the 82nd floor.
With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slid open.
Mia was the first to step out, pulling an access card from her document folder and gently tapping it against the sensor on the sleek glass office door.
The smart lock made a crisp unlocking sound, and the heavy door was pushed open.
The office space, which had been empty and quiet just a few days ago, had now taken shape.
The brand-new desks and chairs were neatly arranged, with clean and smooth lines, and the air carried the unique fresh scent of new furniture and electronics.
The division between the open office area, the private conference rooms, and the executive assistant's office was clearly laid out.
The most eye-catching feature was, of course, the tightly closed door to the president's office.
Mia pushed open the door and led Ethan into his space.
The entire office was completely done up, with a calm, grand style yet a modern touch.
The spacious solid wood desk exuded a sense of solid quality, while opposite it sat a coffee table with smooth lines.
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