Leanna By Miu 14 Chapter 9: Agreemen

"Twenty million dollars annually for four years, come work for Jansen Corp." Without beating around the bush, Luke Jansen gave out a contract.

I stared at it blankly.

Twenty million was not even close to what I earned annually.

What is he getting at?

I bravely met his gaze. "Mr. Jansen, I'm a lazy person, even if you triple or quadruple the amount, I won't sell myself…"

Luke Jansen just leaned his back on his leather chair like an emperor, and stared at me – expressionless.

"…but since you value me highly, allow me to propose an alternative." I gave out a contract which was prepared by Michael on the way here, and printed it at the nearest internet café before coming to his office.

Luke Jansen stared at me for a moment, his eyes amused as he reached for that piece of paper.

After a while, laughter echoed throughout the room.

Luke Jansen's secretary, Fredrick Lang, was shocked as he watched his cold, indifferent boss laughed heartedly. He peered astonis.h.i.+ngly at the pretty teenage girl in front of him.

"I, Leanna Lee, will offer you my opinions and accept to be your consultant for a minimum fee for two years. In turn, you Mr. Jansen, will offer your knowledge and life advices for free until I no longer need your services." I smiled not backing down at his gaze.

"Miss Lee, this offer is one-sided."

"Mr. Jansen, my opinions, and consultations will give you large profits. What's a measly minimum fee? While all you have to do is advise me about life, I won't be gaining any profit from it." I retorted.

"You'll gain my wisdom and knowledge which is more valuable than money," he recoiled with a grin on his face.

You have to praise this old man. He had a way with words.

No less from the great Luke Jansen.

"My offer as it is. Either you accept, or will part ways here, Mr. Jansen." I looked at his amused face and glanced at the door, ready to storm out any moment.

But much to my surprise, he brought out a pen, and signed his name on the contract.

"My first life's advice to you is to hire a personal stylist and invest in a fas.h.i.+on designer that would tailor your dresses just for you." He smirked and handed the contract to me.

Still stunned by what just happened, I kept staring blankly at his face.

"Remember, the way you dress; the way you'll be treated. You have a pretty face, but you don't know how to dress. You dress like an employee. You're an investor and a multi-millionaire, it's time you dress like one."

I didn't know how I got out of Luke Jansen's office, but before my mind could process what just happened, I was transported in a room at one of Luke Jansen's five-star hotel.

I was in a cla.s.sic with a touch of modern, elegant one-bedroom unit complete with kitchen, dining and living area with no room for complaints. It was like a room reserved for VVIPs.

Got to hand it to that old man, his words and actions are flawless.