Chapter 42 Play Within a Play

Yaslyn stroked her chin thoughtfully. "So, you want to win me over, is that right?"

"Indeed," he said.

Slowly sliding his business card across her desk, he added, "I'm in awe of your capabilities as the director. I believe you shouldn't limit yourself to just being a director. Wouldn't you like to be the vice president instead?"

Yaslyn gazed intently at the business card on her desk as York left, a hint of interest in her eyes.

'Vice president…'

York wanted to take the president's position for himself!

That evening when Yaslyn returned home, everyone else was already asleep except for Xoan, who was alone in the living room looking over documents.

She stretched and sat down next to Xoan, asking with concern, "How's your hand?"

Xoan's fingers paused briefly as he turned a page. "It's fine."

Yaslyn did not quite believe him. She reached for his palm to take a look herself, but he deftly avoided her grasp.

"It's not like I'm going to bite you," Yaslyn muttered.

Xoan changed the