One year, one love by Aurora Miller

hapter 62

“So, what’s this? Are you here to apply for a job?” Lewis asked, giving Doris a curious look. “Our company cafeteria doesn’t exactly need a pastry chef.”

“It’s not for me,” Doris replied quickly, “I was wondering if there are any openings for security positions or maybe factory work? You know, something that doesn’t require a high level of education.”

“Not for you? Then who’s looking for a job? I’ll need to know if I’m going to help,” Lewis pressed, intrigued.

“Wait. Does that mean you can help?” Doris‘ eyes lit up, a glimmer of hope sparking in them.

“I can ask someone in the HR department,” Lewis said cautiously. “But don’t get your hopes up too high. You know the Hartman Group has high standards. It’s tough to get in here.” He paused, his gaze sharpening. “So, who’s it for?”

“It’s for my useless brother, Rupert.” Doris let out a resigned sigh. “He got fired from the Watson Group. My dad’s been on my case to find him another job. That’s why I figured I’d casually ask you.”

‘Rupert? Doris‘ brother? He used to work at the Watson Group?‘ Lewis thought to himself, piecing it together.

“He only got that job at the Watson Group because of you, didn’t he? And now he’s been fired also because of you, I’d bet. Let me guess.

Your dad blames you for Rupert losing his job and is forcing you to find him a better one, maybe even here at the Hartman Group. Looks like he’s intentionally making your life difficult.” Lewis deduced effortlessly, his sharp intuition on full display.

Doris stared at him in shock. “How do you know all that? Did you bug me or something?”

“Do I look that bored?” Lewis retorted, his tone dry. “You’ve mentioned before that he graduated from a community college. Even for a security job here, we require higher education levels and professional training. I’m just being realistic.”

“I figured it was a long shot,” Doris admitted, shrugging. “It’s fine. I’ll tell him to look elsewhere.”

“Don’t give up just yet. Let me ask around first,” Lewis suggested.

spot? Could this affect your job? If there’s any

“Won’t that put you in a tough risk, don’t bother. He’s not worth it. He’s not important at all,” Doris said with genuine concern.

“Are you worried about me?” Lewis raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I am,” Doris replied matter–of–factly. “You’re in such a good position right now, clearly valued by your superiors. You can’t afford to mess up. I’m counting on you to climb the ladder, get a big promotion, and earn lots and lots of money…”

Suddenly, another voice interrupted, smooth and gentle. “Mr. Hartman, care for a glass of this exquisite wine?”

heart skipping a

CEO. I should go check on

a sense of

to face the unwelcome guest. His sharp, cold gaze landed on Yvonne Reynolds, his eyes like piercing blades.

damp hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She held a bottle of fine wine

ordered sternly, his voice cutting like ice.

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radiating

on his handsome face, she

a drink,” she cooed, her voice

up one of the glasses, Yvonne approached Lewis. He

them.

is my final warning. Take your wine and leave. Now,”

the Reynolds Group’s founder and the representative for this collaboration. Lewis had been polite to her up

a sly smile, she raised her glass

downed the wine herself in one smooth motion. “Mr. Hartman, I’ve admired you for a long time. Now

she gently untied the sash of her bathrobe. The white fabric slipped silently to the floor, revealing a thin crimson

vibrant hue clung to her curves, accentuating her hourglass figure. She was like a blooming red rose, sensual, striking, and utterly

picked up his phone and pointed

he had succumbed to her allure and wanted to capture her beauty. She began to pose coquettishly, her face glowing

moment, her fantasy shattered.

lifted the phone slightly and delivered a chilling warning. “Ms. Reynolds, put your clothes back on. If you’re not out of here in three seconds,

fists. “Mr. Hartman, I

got nothing to lose.” Lewis‘ lips curved

her bathrobe, she hastily

plush carpet. He stopped as she fumbled

he said icily, his expression devoid of any warmth, “I’m married.

impossible.” Yvonne’s eyes widened in shock. “Everyone knows

is a private matter,” Lewis replied,

if you’re married, so what? I still like you. I’ll

getting a divorce.” Lewis‘ voice was cold, his gaze filled with unmistakable disgust. “Get out.”

another word, Lewis slammed the door shut, leaving Yvonne standing outside, humiliated.