I never expected that time wouldn't verify his sincerity—it would only prove that hearts are fickle things.
Finally, I typed a single line.
*After the gala tonight, I'll give you my answer.*
My father's reply was instantaneous.
*Whatever the answer, Dad is here.*
A sudden sting pricked my eyes. I rubbed them harshly, composing myself before heading toward the administrative wing.
There was still a mountain of details to finalize for the gala.
Jonathan wouldn't touch this grunt work. His role was to stand in the spotlight, deliver the visionary speech, and accept the adulation.
The chaotic reality behind the applause had always been my burden to bear.
Hushed voices drifted out as I passed the pantry.
"Did you hear? There's a massive special year-end bonus this time!"
"It has to be for Director Kaufman, right? She's worked herself to the bone for this company..."
"I wouldn't bet on it. Yesterday, I saw Mr. Gilbert escorting Anna Pruitt into a high-end jewelry store."
"What? But Anna's only been here three months!"
"Her uncle is the lead investor. Do the math..."
The gossip died the instant I pushed the door open.
Three junior assistants jumped, their faces draining of color. "Director Kaufman..."