From Trash to Titan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Maya looked at her. Then the corner of her mouth curved into a mischievous smile. "You're happy," Maya said with a teasing undertone in her voice. "Yes," Hazel said simply. "My day went well. I attended an executive meeting. I think I'm allowed to be happy about that.""You are," Maya agreed. She looked away, ostensibly at the street ahead of them. "Definitely. That's definitely why you're smiling."Hazel glanced at her. And she could tell that Maya was doing her thing again, that she had been doing a lot lately, ever since that day at the lake. "What does that mean?""Nothing," Maya said pleasantly. "Just that you're smiling. Which is nice. Very nice." She paused just long enough. "Are you sure it's just the meeting though?"Hazel stopped walking and expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she gave Maya a disapproving look. Maya took two more steps before she turned around, her expression the picture of innocence. “Are you sure it doesn't have to do with a certain Sterling?”"Re

The journals were stacked to one side. He had been putting off reading them properly. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to read them and get emotional or sad.However today he was bored enough to pick them up. He picked up the first one and opened it. Inside the front page, in handwriting that was neat but not careful, someone had written a date from twenty nine years ago.Maxwell stared at the date for a moment.Twenty nine years ago, his father had been roughly the same age Maxwell was now, or more accurately 27 years old. He turned the page and started reading.The food arrived forty minutes later and Maxwell hadn't moved.The entries were not dramatic. That was the first thing that struck him. His father didn't write like a person who knew he was going to die young and leave things unfinished. He wrote like a person who expected to have time. Observations about the business, frustrations with suppliers, occasional notes about books he was reading or thing

A few minutes earlier before se walked in. Hazel paused just outside the heavy mahogany door of Maxwell’s office, the heat of his morning coffee seeping through the cardboard sleeve into her palm. She could barely feel it as her full attention was on what was being said behind that door.The door to his office was cracked open just a fraction, but it was enough for Victoria’s sharp, amused voice to drift into the hallway.“There is nothing going on between me and my assistant. We are not involved. I don't have feelings for her. It was a… practical decision." Maxwell's voice came through. Hazel chewed on her lower lip. She wasnt the type to eavesdrop. However she couldn't help it. This was too interesting to walk away from. She had spent the last day agonizing over why he had actually hired her. If he truly wanted revenge, the easiest route would have been to torpedo her chances at this dream job and send her packing. Instead, he had handed it to her. Why? The talk coming from insid

The room went completely silent after Samuel refused to sign the papers.The thought of doing what Bron has asked for was unthinkable. This house had been Samuel and Linda’s safe haven for decades.It was where they raised their only daughter Hazel and built their lives. But looking at the two men standing in their living room, the house didn't feel like a home anymore. It felt like a cage. The silence was so heavy that when the broken pieces of the plastic pen hit the floor, the small crack sounded like a gunshot.With an annoyed growl, Brock pushed himself off the wall instantly. He had been waiting for this moment since they got here. He was hoping for a reason to use a little more force so he could put his hands on that old man who had attacked him at the restaurant. And this was his chance. “You think this is a joke?” he snapped, stepping forward.Bron didn’t move. Instead, he turned to give Brock a look and raised his hand in a gesture to stop him. “Brock,” he said, not raising

Meanwhile at Sterling Corporation.It was exactly ten in the morning.Hazel sat at her desk just outside Maxwell's office, staring seriously at her computer screen. She was supposed to be sorting through his morning emails, but the words on the screen were starting to blur together. No matter what she did, she found it hard to concentrate. She sighed leaning back on her chair. Her mind kept drifting back to the conversation she had overheard an hour ago.Victoria and Maxwell were speaking about her.‘I don't have feelings for her. It was a practical decision.’ Those were the exact words of Maxwell and it was safe to say she was bothered by that. Hazel frowned and hit the keyboard a little harder than necessary as she replied to a vendor. She quickly sat up straight as she remembered that she really needed to focus.She was lucky to have this job, especially with her parents' money problems back home. She couldn't let her bruised ego distract her.She was just about to get back into