The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven)

Chapter 199

Zane gazed at me in amusement, asking, "Did you not ask around about the salaries of the other people in our family's employ?" His question had me stumped.

"None of their monthly salaries fall below 30,000 dollars," he continued. "Furthermore, Willow has autism and doesn't really like to communicate with others, so the difficulty involved in raising her is higher than that of ordinary children. "That said, it's within reason for me to increase your salary. But of course, what's most important is that she's gotten better under your diligent care."

Still not done, he added calmly, "Originally, I even thought of giving you a bigger bonus, but as I was afraid you wouldn't be willing to accept it, I eventually settled for giving you 80,000 dollars. In my eyes, that's already the very minimum." I countered his argument, saying, "But that's all within my job scope."

"Based on my principles, as long as one does their job well, they should be rewarded," he said in return, eyes sparkling with mirth.

He successfully convinced me.

"Alright, then," I said in resignation. "But didn't we come to an agreement on the matter of the posters? Just pay me the normal rate."

In response, he replied patiently, "But the gaming company's budget happens to be 100,000 dollars per piece."

"That much? You aren't lying to me, are you?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief.

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Games are one of the more popular industries at the moment. As long as they are made well and are able to attract players, they'll be able to bring in a huge amount of profit."

but

does one make a good game?"

for my reply, he continued to answer his

understand games, but what I do understand is that as long as I'm willing to invest money into hiring professional talent, they'll

"Therefore, you don't have to feel uneasy about us giving you too much money, as we offer every artist the

sigh in relief at that,

on the door, recording pen in hand. After a short while, the door was opened by Milton, who was evidently

...

"The plush toys we had custom-made based on you and Dorothy arrived yesterday. Willow was incredibly happy to

you two, yet found herself unable to. We were

he spoke, he handed the recorder pen to Milton, who accepted

stopped talking to anyone due to her autism, he'd thought that there was no longer a way for him to hear her call him "Grandpa" or share her inner thoughts

felt moved, as he truly didn't think he'd actually live to see the day that she got better.

you," Milton

forthright

plan to help