Chapter 1722:
After pausing uncertainly at the door for an extended moment, she heard Brenna ask, “Nola, is there something on your mind?”
A faint flush colored her cheeks as she recognized this could represent her only opportunity, especially with Brenna in an elevated mood following her recent marriage. She summoned her courage and said, “Aunt Brenna, I’ve chosen mechanical engineering as my major and am currently in my third year. My deepest wish is to join your company upon completing my degree. Could you possibly grant me that opportunity? I promise to work diligently, and my academic performance has been solid…”
Both Giselle and Brenna looked at her, their expressions unchanged.
Interpreting their demeanor as rejection, Nola felt a wave of disappointment wash over her, convinced that her father’s brazen, conniving behavior had irreparably prejudiced them against her.
On the verge of giving up, she was surprised when Brenna responded affirmatively, “Sure. With summer break just starting, why not begin immediately by interning at my company? You’ll handle entry-level tasks such as photocopying materials and routine administrative duties to get a feel for the environment.”
Overcome with elation, Nola exclaimed, “Really? That’s wonderful! Thank you so much, Auntie! I don’t need a salary. I’ll do anything you tell me to!”
“You’re a good girl,” Giselle murmured gently, nurturing a quiet optimism that this girl might evade inheriting her father’s relentless pursuit of advantage.
Brenna said in a serious tone, “You can start tomorrow, though your pay will be modest—perhaps a few thousand dollars.”
Unfazed by the amount, Nola beamed inwardly, knowing that for someone in her position, a two-thousand-dollar monthly salary was standard. But she believed Brenna meant at least five thousand.
Still, she would be happy with any amount; as long as she was getting paid, she was content.
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“Thank you again, Auntie! I’ll give it my absolute best effort!” she said.
Ethan spent his days drowning in paperwork, trying to whittle down the stack that had grown while he took time off. Most files only needed a quick glance and his signature, and he flew through a mountain of them in a single day.
The secretary’s area outside was also bustling with activity. While Ethan was still neck-deep in documents, Emmett stormed into his office without so much as a knock.
“Look at you, the big shot CEO, too important to pick up my calls,” Emmett complained as soon as he entered. Watching Ethan hunched over his desk, not even looking up at him, only fueled his frustration.
He had been calling Ethan again and again these past few days, asking for a new house. But Ethan never agreed.
So he decided to march in here and demand answers face-to-face.
He dropped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, his bad mood written all over his face.
Alani entered quietly with a cup of coffee, placing it on the table. “Here’s some coffee, sir,” she said politely.
Emmett barely glanced at her. “No, thanks. I can’t afford the kind of coffee you people drink here,” he said sarcastically.
Alani shot Ethan a nervous look, unsure of what to do.
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