From Trash to Titan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

"Yeah, we really are going to make a bad first impression with this,” Maya sighed. “I cannot wait to get paid," She grumbled, looking back out toward the busy street. "The absolute first thing I am going to do is buy a car. I am so done dealing with terrible drivers."A heavy feeling settled in Hazel's chest as she thought about Brock and the money. "Must be nice. I have to pay back my family's debts first before I can even start thinking about buying a car."Maya's expression softened. She bumped her shoulder gently against Hazel's. "Hey, don't worry about it. Once I get my car, I'll just pick you up every day. I'll be your driver."Hazel smiled, feeling a little bit of her morning anxiety fade. "Thanks, Maya."They reached the center of the lobby and finally parted ways. Maya headed off toward her own division, and Hazel made a beeline for the private executive elevators.Hazel looked sharp. She was wearing a black blazer and a matching pencil skirt. She didn't just look attractive

Hazel stepped back into the bright, busy atmosphere of the executive floor. It wasn't just a quiet, empty hallway out here. Her assigned workspace was situated at the very front of a large, open-plan division filled with other administrative staff, softly ringing phones, and the casual hum of corporate life.She walked over to the shiny and glossy, modern desk that sat closest to his office. The desk already had a tag with her name on it. She dropped the massive stack of expense reports onto the surface with a loud, heavy thud.A woman sitting at the desk right next to hers peeked over the low glass divider. She had a sympathetic smile on her face as she looked at the mountain of paperwork, clearly recognizing the look of absolute defeat."Rough start?" the woman asked quietly, leaning a little closer. "Are you the new assistant for the Executive Vice President?"Hazel simply nodded, letting out a long, exhausted breath as she stared down at the folders.However she couldn't work rig

Maya took a few steps towards Hazel until she was close enough to nudge her shoulder, a teasing smile was spreading across her face. "Wow. Staring much? If I didn't know better, I'd say someone looks a little jealous to see her boss with another woman."It was only once Maya's voice echoed in her wars that Hazel realized it. She blinked, immediately snapping out of whatever trance she had been in. A sudden, defensive heat appeared on both her cheeks. "What? Jealous? Are you out of your mind?" she shot back in an annoyed and harsh whisper.Maya opened her mouth to speak up. However Hazel gave her a serious look. "Don't you dare say a word," Hazel said immediately before Maya said anything. Maya closed her mouth. Then she opened it again and finally said,"I was just going to say….""I know what you were going to say and the answer is no." Hazel started walking again, cutting through the aisle with more purpose in her steps this time. "I was lost in thought. I didn't even realize I was

Victoria looked at Julian, her expression businesslike. "It's serious enough that we can't wait until Monday," she said. "Let's wait for the others. Then Natasha will explain how much trouble we're actually in."Trouble?Maxwell was now concerned after hearing that. What trouble could Sterling Industries possibly be in? To the rest of the world, Sterling Industries was an invincible fortress, a company worth hundreds of billions. He hadn't thought it could be in trouble.But Maxwell wasn't naive. He had seen companies fall before. He knew that the bigger they were, the harder they hit the ground, and the more people they crushed on the way down.As the future owner, the pressure of Victoria's words settled on him differently than it did on the others. This wasn't just a corporate problem to solve; this was his legacy, and it was under threat before he'd even fully stepped into it. He shifted in his seat, his earlier calm replaced by a cold and sharp focus. He needed to hear every word

Maxwell's expression didn't change dramatically. But something behind his eyes did. Actually he was already exhausted that Isobelle was still pushing this on him. And the even more exhausting part was that the person she was trying to set him up with didn't even like him at all. And neither did he in any romantic way. At this point it felt like Victoria and her were competing, trying to see who between them would find him a wife first. It was something he didn't agree to at the moment. If he will ever get married, he wanted to do it by himself and not because it was set up by someone."Isobelle," he said."Camille asked about you," Isobelle continued, completely ignoring his tone. "Just casually. Nothing serious. She mentioned your name and I thought that was interesting considering how she feels about you."Maxwell paused, surprised that Camille would speak about him. But then he thought: it makes sense, that she would speak about him, to vent after he annoyed her by accusing her