When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

A request for promotion lay among the stack of promotion documents. I opened it and read Stella’s name written boldly on it. Stella wrote in a sincere, flowing manner, carefully detailing her experience at the Fuller Corporation as well as the expectations that had been placed on her. I noticed that Stella had occupied her position for barely more than a year. However, in all her time at Fuller Corporation, she had not produced any particularly outstanding work. After careful consideration, I set Stella’s request aside.

After a while, Ashton turned to me once he’d completed all his tasks on hand. He glanced at the pile of promotion letters with interest, then picked up Stella’s cast aside one and gave it a casual once-over. Ashton then commented, “There’s no need to take this so seriously. We’ve had no lack of remarkable employees. It’s not even in the criteria for promotion anymore.’

I nodded, then looked at him curiously. “Have you been very busy lately?”

Ashton arched an eyebrow and declared, “Yes!”

I sighed, “These matters used to be managed by the respective heads of department. Everything’s on you now, so it’ll be a miracle if you weren’t busy. You should be supervising the work and contributions of a few directors at most, not the entire company.”

“There’s a name list that’s already been vetted. You can take a look,” Ashton advised. I flipped through the stack accordingly and located the document. Scanning through the list, nearly all of its names had been nominated by the respective directors and senior management.

Was my meticulous analysis of each individual completely unnecessary then? I felt slightly ridiculous and laughed sheepishly. “If I told you that I didn’t see it, would you believe me?”

me a hand, then pulled me up. “Sure. Leave it. I’ll come back to sign

sneaking suspicion that Ashton

pressed me against the wall. In a low, hoarse whisper, he demanded,

blinked at him, baffled. “What kind of reward do you want?” I

expression, Ashton frowned. His handsome face looked almost petulant at the moment. He flung my hand aside and retreated to another

a kiss on his lips, then teased, “If we don’t manage to do

was, Ashton was easily won over. The man warmed to my proposal

Sally and inquired curiously, “Ashton, Mom said that she ran into Aunt Sally at the hospital. She sounds like she’s seeing

to see her. She’s getting on in years, and it must be lonely for her, living on her own. It would be

Sally had lived in the White residence for years. She’d spent her days fighting with Sharon when she wasn’t caring for Benjamin, then had been greatly troubled by Marcus. All these years, Sally had never had the chance to do anything for herself. If Sally had indeed managed to find someone to enjoy the rest of her days

me out of it. Streams of employees getting off work flowed ceaselessly through the lobby. Many

their faces inquisitively. In the middle of the crowd, a man in his twenties was clutching a bouquet to