Jerome Is Also My Name, What A Coincidence

Once immersed in her work, Vivian would lose track of time.

By the time she thoroughly understood all the raw materials and the provided vehicle specifications, the sky outside had already darkened completely.

Stretching her muscles, a tall young man in the workshop yawned and stood up.

"Vivian, ready to call it a day?"

The voice startled Vivian, and upon closer inspection, she recognized the youngest member of the research and development team, Carl Samuel.

"Haven't you left yet?"

The young man scratched his head.

"Not yet, just about to."

Glancing around, Vivian noticed that the rest of her colleagues had long finished their work. She speculated that Len had specifically assigned Carl to "monitor" her.

After all, Len still harbored suspicions towards her.

Without revealing her thoughts, Vivian looked at Carl and felt that he seemed quite young.

In passing, she asked about his age and was surprised to learn he had just turned 21 this year.

"You've already graduated from college? When did you start working?"

"I came when I turned 18."

Carl, with a slight dimple on his right cheek when he pursed his lips, continued, "I didn't go to college; Mr Williams recruited me directly."

Carl came from a humble background, barely finishing high school before working at an automotive repair shop in the county.

Jerome happened to encounter him during a business trip to the county, struck by Carl's youth and amiable appearance.

Jerome engaged in a brief conversation and discovered Carl's unique insights into car construction and design.

Two days later, he sent someone to ask if Carl was willing to venture into the big city, starting as an intern at the lowest level in MFC.

Subsequently, Jerome' discerning eye and unconventional approach to recruitment proved effective.

Carl rapidly grew within MFC, mastering fundamental knowledge of automobile manufacturing in just a year.

He won awards in an internal design competition, and his contributions led to two patents for MFC.

The saying goes: A good horse is hard to find, and a good judge even rarer.

Jerome seemed to be a remarkably qualified judge.

Vivian, despite perceiving Jerome as lacking in intellect, now had a more favorable impression of him, acknowledging this astute side.

She couldn't help but wonder if, in her position as the CEO of MFC, she would have been willing to give such an opportunity to a young mechanic she encountered by chance.

Sipping water, Vivian, not in a hurry to leave, struck up a conversation with Carl.

"I haven't heard the name of the new vehicle you're developing. After mass production, this car will go down in history as the world's first batch of autonomous vehicles. However, it seems that only a few models have been finalized according to the reports. Is the name still undecided, or is it in a confidential stage?"

"Not decided yet."

Carl, still somewhat shy during the conversation, ran his fingers through his hair.

"Mr Williams hasn't made up his mind. Once it's confirmed, we'll register and release it."

"Yes, I'm thinking of calling it 'Jerome'."

A male voice came from the side, making Vivian's nerves jump a bit.

She realized that Jerome was indeed persistent; he appeared at any time.

"Mr Williams!"

Nervously standing up, Carl nodded respectfully, his eyes reflecting admiration for his idol and gratitude for his benefactor.

After hearing the stories behind these individuals, Vivian finally understood why those beneath held such respect for Jerome.

Jerome raised his hand to signal relaxation, sitting across from Vivian with a contented glow on his face.

"What do you think of 'Jerome'? It conveys a sense of purpose and destination. It represents freedom and boldness, embodying the attitude and performance of our car. It ingeniously blend rules, belonging, direction, and attitude."

Vivian snorted, "You've said so much just for your own name?"

"Exactly, quite fitting." Jerome grinned.

"This name happens to carry the same significance as my own."

Instantly retracting the slight favorability she had developed towards Jerome, Vivian picked up her bag to leave.

As she rose, Jerome also stood up.

"Let's go together. I'll treat you to dinner."

"No need."

Vivian frowned, feeling that Jerome was unusually clingy.

Wasn't she clear enough with her words?

Thinking that Vivian might hesitate because of money, Jerome, somewhat helpless, said, "I have plenty of money; you don't need to worry about me."

Vivian:?

Jerome continued, "Besides, on your first day here, you worked until 9 o'clock without even a meal break. It would be embarrassing for me if word got out that I didn't even treat you to dinner."

It sounded like there were really such rules here.

Standing by like a little lamb, Carl blinked his eyes obediently.

Glancing at the young man, Vivian did feel a bit sorry for dragging this recently-turned-adult who hadn't eaten yet.

She raised her head and said, "Since that's the case, treat Carl instead."

For the first time on a date with his girlfriend, Jerome didn't want to bring a third wheel.

However, considering that the girl might be shy, reluctantly, he agreed and generously said, "Alright."