Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 8

Agnes was hesitant to leave Jared’s office. She knew that as soon as she stepped out she’d be the talk of the town. So, she decided to hide out in the office for a bit. Jared was ahead getting down to work. He was always swamped with work. The Tim Group was his dad, Tim Whitfield’s brainchild the business empire that he built from scratch her half a century of growth. The Tim Group had its hands in everything in all kinds of industries. Tim Properties was the top dog in the field

The man front of her engrossed in his work was worth tens of millions of dollars.

Agnes grew up with a siver soon in her mouth. Her dad was the chairman of Starlight International Group a bigwig in the media industry. Their business covered eventing from talent agences esters to publishing houses

But even so, there was a clear gap between the Pritchards and the Whitfields in terms of economic power. The Whitfield family, apart from their massive family business. also has a hefty polical backing Because of this, they had been the strongest among the Big Four for years.

Agnes had heard her father talk about Jared, saying he was a rare business prodigy. But what really piqued people’s interest was Jared’s background.

Tim had a child late, and it was common knowledge that Tim’s first

their own theones about this. Some said he was Tims illegitimate child while others said he was an orphan that Tim adopted. But when Jared was only 17, Tim handed over the rains of the great Tim Goup

shareholders were strongly against this, thinking that handing over the Tim Group to a child was a joke. But now everyone in the company respected him, and the business performance of the Tim Group was topnotch, its status

as a miracle in the

blush, staring at me like that

of her reverie, realibing that she had been

she immediately rose from the sofa, Tm going back to work.”

soon as Agnes returned to her seat her colleagues swarmed her, “Agnes, are you okay? Did the boss give you a hard time?”

shook her head Tim fire dont wor

yelled at you, thats still a blessing. You’re in and out of the boss’s office more than any of

joked Yolanda are you crushing on

face tumes bright red. “What are you talking about? I’m not!”