A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 7 Benson's words hung in the air, reverberating through the office like a slap. Outside the door, coworkers froze in shock.

Sierra was a senior figure who had been with the company since its inception, tirelessly working alongside Benson to help close some of their biggest deals.

And wasn't she supposed to be his girlfriend? The one everyone assumed he was about to marry? Meanwhile, Sophie was a fresh college graduate who couldn't even draft a proper document. What right did she have to be on the same level as Sierra, let alone take her office?

The employees felt a pang of sympathy for Sierra. They expected her to stand up for herself and to fight back. But to their surprise, she didn't argue. Instead, she calmly started packing up her belongings.

Her silence only fueled Benson's anger. He pointed toward the cubicles outside, his voice sharp. "Then go work over there!"

Sierra didn't flinch. She maintained her composure and carried her belongings to the open-plan workspace. It didn't matter to her where she worked, she had already made up her mind to resign.

From the sidelines, Sophie could barely contain her joy, though she masked it behind an expression of hesitant disbelief.

Tugging lightly on Benson's sleeve, she asked softly, "Mr. Gray, are you really giving this office to me?" "Yeah," Benson replied with a curt nod. But even as he answered, his gaze drifted toward the outer office, where Sierra had taken a seat.

Sophie was unable to suppress her excitement. Pointing to the muted gray walls, she asked with feigned innocence, "Mr. Gray, I don't like this color. It's too dull. Can I have it redecorated in pink?"

It's yours now. Do

in it—from the large desk and

all, he didn't believe Sierra could keep her composure through this. But to his surprise, Sierra didn't react. She kept her head

frustrated laugh. Fine. She just had to keep

night's disaster by organizing another proposal for her this weekend, but clearly, there was no point

pile of documents she had been working on. Stretching her sore neck, she stood up to get a drink of water.

on your side. Mr. Gray has gone way too far this

voice. "Don't worry. We'll find a

offered them a grateful smile. "Thank you, but there's

words sent a ripple of

on the verge of going public. Leaving now would be like handing

simply shook her head, her expression

business. For years, she had stayed in this world only because she wanted

and again to persuade her to continue her studies. But she had stubbornly refused, disappointing those who had believed in

all those years ago. Seeing