More Than A Favor

Chapter 44

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Back at the office, Maya rushed over the moment I arrived. “Ms. Hart, you went to Mr. Mercer’s office, didn’t you? What did you talk about? Did you two make up?”

“What do you think?” I replied, meeting her gaze directly.

I

Under my stare, Maya fidgeted nervously and grabbed my arm. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hart. I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I was just afraid you’d be upset…

“You were afraid it would affect work, and you’d get scolded, right?” I said, cutting to the heart of her thoughts.

Maya bit her lip, guilt written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hart…”

“It’s not your fault. Self–preservation is human nature,” I said sincerely. I didn’t blame Maya. After all, even among sisters, one would prioritize herself before helping the other.

“Ms. Hart… Maya shook my arm, as though wanting to say more.

I cut her off, “Mr. Mercer said if we don’t resolve the lighting issue, we’ll be held responsible. We don’t have time to dwell on anything else. Let’s focus on fixing the problem.”

“But it’s not our fault! We’re

the first ones accountable. No excuses. If we don’t want the consequences, we have to

further. She nodded and turned away, muttering under her breath, “Using public power

meant. Logan was venting his frustrations with me

the more determined I was to resolve this issue flawlessly. That way, I’d leave him with nothing to criticize.

was my way of fulfilling my dad’s dream. I couldn’t allow any flaws. My dad was a perfectionist, and I wanted to prove that

necessary calls and arranged for both parties to meet on–site to discuss the problem. They agreed, but the earliest they could come was the

point in stressing

day off to rest. Meanwhile, I decided to visit the Mercer estate. I’d cleared things

was packing up to leave, Selene appeared.

we talk?” she asked

in the administration department.

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to talk about, Ms. Vaughn?” I asked, keeping my

His actions were no different from an ancient emperor bewitched by beauty.

Logan? He didn’t seem to care about how it reflected on the company–or

matter,” Selene said, her face flushed

glanced at the clock. “I’m sorry, but it’s