Chapter 6

Charlene's coworker abruptly slapped her shoulder as noon arrived, jolting her out of her reverie. Charlene shook her head and laughed. "Not much. Will you not give your daughter a call today? "No, not today." Charlene phoned Jasmine twice a day on average. There were two calls: one at 1 a.m. and another at noon. Her coworkers were openly aware of it. They had no idea that Jasmine's father was actually the head of their business. Charlene went to the neighborhood market after work to get some food and some houseplants. After supper, she checked the internet for updates on the Future Tech Expo.

She read and then called. "Keep a ticket for the Future Tech Expo next month for me." "Are you sure?" The other person's voice was icy. "You never appeared despite saying the same thing twice in a row. You squandered tickets that many people can only imagine. It was difficult to find tickets for the annual Future IT Expo, a significant event in the IT industry. Many of its senior members were very interested in the few places that their firm was able to get. For them, every spot was extremely valuable.

"If I don't make it this time," Charlene said, "I won't ask you again." Before the call ended, there was stillness on the other end, an unwritten understanding. Charlene grinned. She hadn't said that she wanted to go back to work for the corporation. She was a founding partner, but when the business was just getting started, she took a back seat to concentrate on her family, which threw off their plans and cost them chances. Her coworkers were naturally irritated. Over the years, they had lost contact. Charlene's life had been centered on her family, but she longed to go back. She was concerned about keeping up with them without any preparation and felt out of the loop.

She thus made the decision to learn more about the situation of the sector before forming firm plans.Without speaking to Jasmine or Thorne, Charlene stuck to her schedule, working during the day and concentrating on her projects at night. She wasn't surprised that they didn't call her either. For more than half a year, their contact had been one-sided. Jasmine had gotten into the habit of contacting Vesta as soon as she woke up every morning in Goldland.Like every other morning, she called Vesta, but Jasmine's unexpected tears interrupted their chat. Vesta told her, "Ms. Hawkins is moving back to the country!" and she broke down in tears.

Inconsolable, Jasmine contacted her father, Thorne, right away. "Dad, did you know about this?" After looking over his papers, Thorne said, "Yes, I knew." "When did you find out?" "It's been a while." "Dad, you're terrible..." Jasmine sobbed onto her stuffed pink pig. "What kept you from telling me? The idea of Ms. Hawkins going is unbearable. Without her, I don't want to be here. I also wish to return. Thorne spoke quietly. "I've handled it." "What do you mean?" Jasmine inquired, perplexed. "We're moving back next week."