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Elena asked. He smiled. "Well, it's just a brief training, and once you're done with the training, you'll be given your allowance for the week, which is about ten thousand dollars. This is to enable you to get the right resources you need to perform your job." Elena felt uncomfortable about it. However, Chad became very happy. "Thank you so much, sir. Thank you. This is the best company in the world." The man smiled, "Indeed it is. I think we should get going now. If we are to return today, we need to move as early as possible."

Nora's P.O.V *Dear Miss Nora Roberts, we are happy to inform you that you passed the interview to be the personal assistant to the CEO of Lockhart's industry. You are obliged to start work on monday by 8:00am. We look forward to working with you* For the fifth time that day, I read out the email I had been waiting for. Two weeks ago, I sat for an interview in Lockhart's industry for the position of the personal assistant. I never thought I'd get it.

I couldn’t imagine anyone who would be willing to pay so much money for something like that. “Fine,” I said with an exasperated sigh. “How much did they pay you?” The CEO grinned. “A hundred thousand.” My jaw practically hit the floor. I stood, shaking my head and folded my arms. “You’re bluffing,” I said angrily. “No one would pay a hundred thousand to keep that photo up.” However, the CEO merely shrugged. He then pointed to a check that was sitting on his desk; when I leaned over to look at it, I saw that it was made out to the amount of one hundred thousand dollars. The beneficiary seemed to use only their initials: K.M.

he said, not missing a beat, “how was work?” She didn’t answer right away. Just pulled her purse strap over her shoulder and slipped her phone into the side pocket. “Fine,” she said flatly. “Just fine? No drama? No hot CEO boss who wants to bang his secretary? Come on, I expected more.” She rolled her eyes and gave him a tired half-smile. “You’re annoying.” “Thanks,” he said with mock sincerity. “But I’m serious. Nothing happened?” Lena didn’t respond. She was too drained to rehash the tangled mess of the day—of finding out Evan was Damien’s son, of Damien walking in on them like some slow-motion nightmare, of pretending everything was normal when it was anything but.

She said warmly, placing her phone on the table. “We all handle our company and employees differently. You may treat yours like shit but mine are precious to me, I won't tolerate any injustice done to them, not even by my relatives.” He answered back coldly as he continued typing. “Now I will be a laughing stock in your company.” She murmured as she opened her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Don't do that here, we should finish the meeting with the group and after that, you can smoke all you want in your ride.” He affirmed as he withdrew his hands from the keyboard.

•CECILIA• “What the fuck is this, Cecilia?” Daniel frowned after closing the door in my home office. I looked at the envelope in his hand and realized that it was his pay slip and that he wasn’t happy about it. “What?” “How dare you reduce my payment to this? Do you know how much I was earning as the director and CEO of the Imperial Group?” He asked as he leaned closer. “Oh, please, Daniel, that’s excellent pay as the CEO of the Imperial Group. You’re still making more than an average CEO in America.”

The accusations against him are absolutely insane, and I can’t wait to hear the news his lawyer has for him. I slide into the chair across from him, folding my hands together and glancing at the ring one more time. “You don’t have to pretend you’re okay,” I say. Cole’s eyes meet mine as he exhales long and slow, and then his eyes finally meet mine. His eyes are tired, and the small frown between his brows is back, and it breaks my heart. “I don’t know how to do this without money,” he says, and I nod. Cole grew up with a lot of money, just like me, but he built a fortune for himself that no one had ever seen in New York. “I don’t even know what this looks like anymore,” Cole adds.

Her heart pounded as she recognized the man who had spoken. "Ah… ahm…" the emcee stammered, his eyes darting to Mr. Smith, who’s now radiating a palpable fury. He knew the man. Mr. Harrington, the CEO of the Harrington Group of Companies, the godson of Mr. Gold, the man who owned La Cresta. He knew Mr. Smith's last bid was 20 million, he couldn't offer beyond that. Business was business, and he would be rewarded handsomely for favoring Edward's offer. He couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away.

Meanwhile, the nurse who had pulled off my father’s oxygen mask was being reprimanded nearby. Zane shot her a cold glare. “Your company? Your money?” Celene, however, held her head high. Her assistant, beside her, hurriedly pulled at her sleeve and tried to stop her, but Celene glared at her and shoved her aside. The assistant was both anxious and annoyed, but she could only retreat silently to the side. “That’s right! I’m the CEO of this company, and every single penny here belongs to me!” she declared haughtily.

"I support Miss Wells's proposal." The board members exchanged glances. If Carter was backing this, they couldn't easily dismiss it. "What about the cost?" one of the women asked, Monica Chen, CFO. "Fifty-three million is substantial. Where do we find that in this quarter's budget?" "We defer the executive bonus structure," Maeve said immediately. "Including Carter's. And mine." Shocked silence. Carter's eyebrow raised slightly, but he didn't contradict her. "You're suggesting we forfeit our bonuses?" Sterling looked genuinely appalled.