Chapter 120

At lunchtime, Kristin still hadn’t managed to write her self–critique.

She didn’t even know what she was supposed to be critiquing herself for.

And those words in her essay essentially boiled down to one sentiment: “According to your words, I must be wrong, but I don’t know where I erred.”

“Mr. FitzGerald, aren’t you going to grab some lunch?” Kristin asked tentatively and pushed the office door open, seeing Rhett buried in his work.

Rhett put down his papers and raised an eyebrow.

Lisa had somehow managed to deliver a self–critique that pleased him in record time.

In the encrypted email was Lisa’s pledge of allegiance, which listed people she had seeded throughout the company on Nicola’s orders, spanning various departments.

Rhett knew Lisa had kept some names to herself, a safety net of sorts, but he had enough to work with. The rest didn’t matter to him.

In light of the gift Kristin had brought him on her first day, Rhett decided to let her off the hook this time and take her out to the executive dining hall for lunch.

But, as fate would have it, Kristin’s phone chose that exact moment to ring.

Kristin shot up and dashed to the side to take the call.

“What are you in the mood for at noon?” James hadn’t left Silvergrove City and was planning to take Kristin to Harborside Haven.

Kristin bit her lip and declined. “We have a cafeteria at the office.”

“After three minutes, meet me downstairs.” James said, giving no room for rejection.

“I’m not going.” Kristin said bravely, refusing.

“Are you sure? The doctor said that I need to be involved in Summer’s treatment plan,” said James, his voice stern.

Kristin intensified the pressure on her lip, turning it pale.

James knew just how to threaten her with Summer.

“You can’t do this,” Kristin attempted to reason with James, but he was not the type to be reasoned with.

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“Come down, don’t make me say it a third time.” With that, James hung up.

Kristin turned back nervously to face Rhett, stuttering, “Mr. FitzGerald, may I go out to

have lunch?”

his expression dark and the air around him heavy with disapproval.

who had called

stayed in Silvergrove City instead of returning to Crescendo Town or going to Harborside Haven,

asked, his

and wondered if she had done something wrong again. His moods were unpredictable

“No… not yet.”

at the paper on her desk with only a few defiant words, as if telling him

hours, is this all you’ve got?” Rhett frowned, clearly displeased, yet his gaze

was elegant yet

nervously, gripping her fingers tightly. Had she upset

in, “Kristin, your work efficiency is way too low!” He began to scold her on Rhett’s behalf, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of the paper on the desk. Kristin’s reflective essay was a few words that flowed beautifully across the page. Setting aside the content, the handwriting

was at a loss

must have been reluctant to deduct any points,” York said with a

in her heart. She once stood shining brightly

expelled from university, her high school

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sympathy for Kristin’s result.

life not been ruined, she would be out of reach for many by

gaze and shot York a look. “Move her desk in

been Rhett’s assistant for years and

he’d be your runner for three months,” Rhett said with a raised eyebrow. “And

by Rhett that it was

write it after hours? Besides, Kristin didn’t do anything wrong.” York protested, attempting to coax Rhett into letting

dining area are all five–star rated. We’ll bask in your glory.” York winked at Kristin, ready

a glimmer of anticipation. She had heard about the gourmet meals for the executives and was thrilled at the prospect of experiencing it herself.

and took a deep breath.

of anticipation in Kristin, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

phone, Kristin followed York but paused after a few steps to turn back and ask hesitantly, “Mr. FitzGerald, I have a friend, can he

was struggling to keep

wanting to seem petty, Rhett slammed his office door shut with

rough day. He hasn’t eaten anything and had to be induced to vomit by the doctor, so his mood

Kristin and York headed out to experience the executive dining area, leaving

Chapter

Mr. FitzGerald always been such a moody guy?” Kristin

York for more information

all smooth and polite most days, but cross him and you’ll wish you hadn’t. If you ever see that side of him, just run for the hills. Because

staff canteen, pulling an all–nighter. It’s on the second floor, wanna join? Heard it’s

about to give James any chance for a one–on–one.

in the

threats were useless, James clenched his

Working late again! What kind of executive assistant was always burning

but Rhett giving Kristin a

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