A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Joyce’s mentor was the calm, steady type–her temperament complemented the student body president’s fiery spirit perfectly. Thanks to her guidance and the many opportunities she’d offered, Joyce had been able to grow so quickly.

Taking a steadying breath, Joyce exhaled slowly, squared her shoulders, and stepped into the conference room.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. From registration to the Q&A session, she handled each part with poise. Her understated, tasteful outfit, polite manners, and well–structured answers left a strong impression on several company representatives.

As Joyce noticed the approving nods from across the room, her smile grew more relaxed, losing the stiffness it had at the beginning. She felt more at ease, her posture unconsciously straighter.

It wasn’t until the event ended that Joyce finally had a moment to catch her breath. She sank into a corner chair, pressing a hand to her chest, finally grasping the meaning behind Alessia’s advice.

“Hi there, I’m the manager at Quantum Flux.”

Joyce immediately stood up when she saw the sharply dressed man approach.

“Hello.”

“We’ve got a project coming up, and we’re looking for a literature student. If you’re interested, you’re welcome to visit our office sometime.”

Joyce accepted his business card, her eyes lighting up. She’d heard of Quantum Flux–not a top–tier firm, but a solid mid–sized company with promising prospects and a reputation for good benefits.

be my pleasure,” she replied with

office hours, and

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“Of course.”

way, may I

“From…?” Joyce hesitated, confused.

I’ve heard you need not just money, but the right connections to get your hands on one. I haven’t seen you at our events before; may I ask

The jacket was a gift from my roommate, Alessia.” Joyce’s smile grew a little stiff, but the man only

explains it!”

understanding.

appraising look made Joyce feel

you to bring Miss Morton along.” With that, he pulled a second business card from

two cards–identical except for the phone numbers–and shook her head, a wry smile on

her. They didn’t make any special offers,

business cards. Most of them looked detached and strictly professional–the kind of cool formality that was a