"..." Barbara Sutton held her chopsticks and looked up.
"Look at now, I’m really doing great," Monica Usher said to her. "My hearing has recovered, I’m taking my dication on ti, and I’ve also stopped drinking. I had a gym mbership card that I almost never used, but starting today, I’m getting back into fitness to make every day fulfilling."
Barbara sighed softly, voicing her thoughts, "Honestly, when you’re not around, I feel a bit empty inside. I’ve gotten so used to working with you."
"When I have my next plan in place, you can switch jobs and co with ," Monica promised her. "After all, I can’t not work my whole life, right? You can’t live off savings forever."
Barbara’s eyes lit up, "Really? I can co with you? Continue being your assistant?"
"Of course, you can freely choose," she said. "No job can last forever, unless it’s for soone special. Only the belief that person gives you can endure the long years."
Maybe so. Actually, after spending so much ti together, Barbara understood her the best.
She worked hard every day to be worthy of CEO Kingston.
Evening.
Erald Cove.
Before Mia Lane went to bed, she poured a glass of warm water and handed a small white pill to Justin Kingston, "Here, keep taking your dicine."
The man opened his mouth to take the pill, received the glass, drank so water, tilted his head slightly, and swallowed the pill, "Thank you, honey."
"Recently, you’ve been able to slowly start eating?" Mia had been observing discreetly, "You eat more when it’s my cooking, but very little of others’. Still, it’s progress."
"I’m still not quite used to others’ cooking," Justin put down the glass and loosened his tie, "Sotis, at the office, I rely on nutritional liquids and don’t want to eat."
"Don’t be discouraged; there’s been a lot of improvent," Mia was confident in him, "The dicine isn’t finished yet. This ti, I’ll supervise you to the end and definitely cure your stomach problems."
"You’ve worked hard, honey." Justin couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up, "I’m sorry I couldn’t accompany you on your first recording today, the company was really busy."
"It’s alright." She happily wrapped her arms around his neck, "Mary was with ."
"I’ll pick you up tomorrow," Justin gently laid her down on the bed, "also to assert my rights a bit."
"Haha, it’s really not necessary, it’s just Mary and in the studio," Mia couldn’t help but laugh, enveloped in happiness and not refusing him, "but if you co, I’d be very happy."
He gently laid her on the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips...
The moon set and the sun rose.
The next morning was another bright and sunny day.
Mia and Justin woke up early; she unfailingly poured warm water and reminded him to take his dicine.
After breakfast, she walked him to the yard, watching the Lamborghini leave.
The Kingston Group, the tall buildings wrapped in the morning light, with clouds beautifully reflected on the glass facades.
Main building, 22nd floor.
Barbara Sutton arrived at the Vice President’s office, which had been completely renewed, without a trace of its forr appearance.
Everything felt so unfamiliar... She stepped in slowly.
Even the desk had been replaced, as if everything Monica touched was unlucky and needed to be cleared out.
This made Barbara feel inexplicably sad.
The newcor smiles, but who cares for the old one’s tears?
She stopped and stood still, the surroundings exceptionally quiet.
She seed to still see Monica wearing a sharp business suit and click-clacking in high heels as she moved in and out.
She was calm and wise, with many company decisions affird by her, she contributed to the flourishing of the Kingston Group.
She was once a goddess-like figure in this office.
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