Fortune had just finished making dinner.

There were two dishes and a soup: pan-seared fish, sautéed greens, and a light pork broth.

"Catie, dinner's ready," Fortune called out as he fiddled with the juicer. "Do you want apple juice or orange juice?"

"Apple, please." Caitlin smiled. "Thank you, Grandpa."

Fortune chuckled and started peeling oranges for the juice.

Meanwhile, Caitlin washed her hands and headed to the kitchen to help bring the dishes out.

Five minutes later, Fortune finished juicing the fruit, and the two of them sat down at the table to eat.

Caitlin complimented Fortune on his cooking before saying, "Grandpa, tomorrow morning at nine, could you invite Mr. Marshall and Mr. Blake? Let's all go to the management office together."

"What for?" Fortune asked, confused.

Caitlin grinned. "I told you, I want Ray to apologize to you in person. And Mr. Marshall and Mr. Blake lost their jobs because they stood up for you. I've already arranged for them to get easier jobs at the management office, with better pay than before."

Ray apologizing? Marshall and Blake getting easier jobs?

Fortune didn't take it seriously. "Don't joke about things like this, Catie. Mr. Marshall and Mr. Blake have already found work elsewhere. It's just a longer commute, that's all."

"Grandpa, do you really think I'd joke about something like this?" Caitlin's expression was earnest.

Fortune hesitated. "Catie, you're serious?"

Caitlin nodded and sipped her soup. "Yes, it's all settled. So be sure to let Mr. Marshall and Mr. Blake know to meet you tomorrow morning, and we'll all go together."

"Alright, alright."

After dinner, Fortune picked up the phone and called Grant and Farley to let them know.

Once he finished the call, Keeley couldn't help but exclaim, "Kensington, you really believed what Catie said?"

In Keeley's eyes, Caitlin was probably just showing off. She was just a kid-how could she have that kind of influence?

Fortune looked at Keeley and said, "Catie's not the type to say things she can't deliver on. If she says she's got this, then she must be pretty sure of herself."

Keeley laughed. "Well, you'll see for yourself tomorrow! But I wouldn't get my hopes up. Ray's got connections-he's related to the higher-ups. As long as he's around, there's no way Caitlin could get Marshall and Blake their jobs back at the management office. And getting Ray to apologize? That's even less likely."

Caitlin was only nineteen. How could she solve such a big problem?

Keeley went on, "Kensington, you know Caitlin doesn't have much experience with the world. Be sure to keep an eye on her tomorrow-don't let her get into a shouting match with Ray. No one ever beat the rich or the powerful by fighting head-on. She's just a young woman; she could get hurt."

Fortune nodded. "I will."

The next morning at nine, Caitlin led Fortune, Grant, and Farley to the management office.

It was just the start of the workday.

As soon as they stepped through the door, someone blocked their way. "Hold it right there!"

Ray strode out from inside, eyeing them with a smug, superior look. "Fortune Kensington, Grant, Farley! Don't think you can just waltz back in here because some bigwig's coming by today. You three are blacklisted from this company. Not in this life, not in the next will you ever work here again! Now get out-don't dirty the place."

Grant and Farley's faces fell with disappointment.

They already knew Ray would never apologize, and the thought of Caitlin actually getting them easy jobs at the management office seemed impossible. But seeing Ray's smug face still made their blood boil.

If they'd known it would be like this, they wouldn't have bothered coming.

Caitlin was only nineteen. How could she possibly have that kind of power?

Caitlin's brow furrowed slightly. She swept her gaze over Ray, her eyes icy and clear, sending a chill down his spine.

Ray broke into a cold sweat, snapping, "What are you staring at, little brat? I don't

care how big your eyes get-you're still just a cleaner's granddaughter!"

"What's going on out here, Ray? Miss Kensington is about to arrive for the inspection. Are you ready?"

Just then, someone appeared at the door.

Ray immediately changed his tune, smiling obsequiously. "Mr. Atkinson, just a few troublemakers-ex-employees. I've already told them to leave. No way they'll interfere with Miss Kensington's inspection, you don't need to worry." Hearing it was just a few disgruntled former staff, Caleb Atkinson made to turn away-until he caught sight of Caitlin's face.

Caleb's calm expression shifted to shock. "Miss Kensington?!"

Ray hurried to Caleb's side, scoffing, "You've got the wrong person, Mr. Atkinson. She's just a cleaner's granddaughter-how could she be Miss Kensington?"

Miss Kensington was the new boss, after all. Caitlin? She was nobody-a small- town girl.

Caleb didn't hesitate. He slapped Ray across the face. "Are you blind? You don't even recognize Miss Kensington! Get over here and apologize to her now!"