For years, I had worked hard in the company, countless overtime, staying up late to finish proposals. Everyone knew Ross had once said the next technical director would be me.
But now, the honor that should’ve been mine was stepped on and swept away by her breezy little words—“the new director.”
I told myself I shouldn’t care anymore about matters like this. After all, I’d already turned in my resignation.
But now that I was facing it for real, my chest still tightened painfully.
Zamora tilted her head with a practiced smile. “I hope you’ll all look after me from today onwards.”
She stopped in front of me, leaning down slightly and speaking gently. “I’ve heard from Mr. Stockdale that you’re his most capable assistant. Seeing you in person really lives up to the reputation.”
Her voice was sweet, like sugar coating.
But in her eyes, I caught the sharp glint of disdain.
I lifted my head, met her gaze, and calmly reached out my hand.
The moment our fingers touched, Ross’s slender hand covered mine lightly.
“That’s enough,” he said in that low, gentle tone—one that somehow carried both indulgence and command. He turned to Zamora. “Come on. I’ll show you my office.”