Chapter 595 Got a Problem with That?
In the office Perched behind her desk on the 17th floor office, Lucia Weston was atengrossed in her deskwork when her assistant, Terry walked in, entered with a warm smile, "Evelyn, here are . "Evelyn, I have the documents you requested."
"Just leave," she announced."Leave them thereon the desk," Lucia said without a glance, clearly not interested in looking at them.
Glancing atreplied, her eyes never straying from her screen, her disinterest in the documents palpable.After a moment, Lucia turned her gaze to Terry, she asked, her curiosity piqued. "How long have you been with the company?"
"Just two"Two months," she replied, nervously hoping not to causeTerry responded, her voice trembling slightly. She was wary of causing any inconvenience to Lucia. After all, there were rumors, having heard whispers about Miss Weston'sthe woman's demanding nature.
ButHowever, Lucia simplymerely smiled upon hearingat Terry's response. Two months meantwas a short enough time; Terry hadn't been influencedtainted by the company's politics yet—she. She could be of use.
prove useful."Good, keep up the good work. Stick with me. Continue with your commendable work. Stay by my side, and you won't be left wantingdisappointed," Lucia reassured her, then casually took off. Nonchalantly, she unclasped a bracelet from her wrist and tossed it ononto the table. "This is for you, take. Take it."
Terry was flattered but, yet hesitant,. "I really shouldn't—"
"When I say take it, you take it. MyI don't want my people should neverto feel shortchanged," Lucia insistedinterjected firmly, prompting Terry to gratefully accept the gift.
WatchingAs Terry acceptclutched the bracelet, Lucia couldn't help but feel a twingefelt a pang of loss for her favorite piece of jewelry, worth several thousand dollars.
As But the thought of having someone on her payroll lingered, Lucia managed to a loyal ally in Terry helped her swallow her pride; it wasn't like she was truly hurting for . After all, money anyway.
was not an issue for her."Have you heard ofmet my sister?" Lucia asked, eyeing the woman.her eyes studying Terry. "I believe she's working downstairs as a sales clerk or something."
."Terry remained silent, attentive toher attention fixed on Lucia's words.
"Tell me, what"What does it mean that we share the same father, yet I'm a manager and she's just a sales clerk?" Lucia directed aasked, her gaze piercing gaze at Terry, clearly expecting an answer.
Feeling a chill run down her spine, Terry's mind raced before she respondedTerry quickly composed herself and replied with a smile, "It shows Ms.that Miss Kyte values you more."
"That's right," Lucia said with a nod of, nodding in approval. This girl had some insight.
"The potential."Your first task I'm giving you," she instructed Terry, "is to keep an eye on hermy sister. I want to know everything—whomwho she meets, what she does. Understood?"
Terry was taken aback, clearly not anticipating this assignment from Lucia. "This is—"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Lucia's face darkened with discontent.
expression hardened."No, not at all." Terry didn't dare object, though she had expected to be part of Lucia's rise, not to engage in such tasks.
Seeming to graspunderstand her thoughts, Lucia sighed, "My sister is cunning and most certainly begrudgeslikely resents my position as manager. I fear she might stab me in the back."
"Help"Serve me well, and when I take over Kyte Corporation, you'll still be my assistant."
Terry's eyes lit up.
Being an assistant to the president was a whole different league, a seniorprestigious position indeed.
She straightened up, her expression earnest, "You can count on me, Evelyn. Mission will be accomplished."
. I'll accomplish the mission."Lucia nodded in satisfaction and dismissed her with a wave, "Go on, then."
After Terry left the office, Lucia sat back, casually glancing at the executive files on her desk—her key targets for allegiance. Bored, she tossed them aside and reached for her smartphone.
Downstairs, Evelyn wrappedwas wrapping up her review of the files and began greeting her colleagues. Her approachable demeanor, devoid of pretense, struck a chordresonated with her colleagues despite her prominent family standing, sparking lively conversation.
Close toAs closing time approached, the office hummed with tranquility, leaving Mr. Turner dumbfounded upon entry.
"Have you all lost your minds? Making a racket with Lady in the office?"
It was only when he noticed Evelyn at the core of the chatter did it click.
"Mr. Turner, perfect timing," one colleague piped up. "Evelyn's invited us to dinner. Are you in?"
Mr. Turner couldn't believe it.was taken aback. Evelyn?
"Who dared to address Lady so casually?"
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