It seemed like capitalists were always watching, silently taking note of who left work first. I grumbled to myself, trying to reaffirm the image of Alex as an evil capitalist. I was hoping to suppress the feelings that had developed for him in my heart.
I thought to myself, "Alex is a ruthless capitalist. He'd never have any emotions toward an intern. His only concern is how to maximize my worth and then find a way to dismiss me without having to give any compensation. Then, he'll simply hire another intern to take advantage of."
"What are you mumbling about?" Alex's brows furrowed.
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, "I'm just thinking that you're kind of a ruthless capitalist."
Alex's expression shifted to one of surprise, and he turned to look at me with wide eyes. It dawned on me that I had spoken my thoughts out loud without thinking. I quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Suddenly, I heard Alex make a cold snort. It was filled with disdain and sarcasm. The underlying message of that snort was clear—Hastings Group was filled with talented individuals. Even if he exploited me as a capitalist, it wouldn't make a difference because I had no value to offer anyway.
But I knew I was in the wrong, so I pretended not to hear and turned my head away. In my heart, I vowed to one day stomp on Alex and surpass him.
As the Land Rover pulled up to the massive villa, I snapped back to reality. When I stepped out of the car, Mr. Hastings Senior and Mom were waiting for me at the entrance.
"Mr. Hastings Senior, Mom," I greeted them politely.
Both of them greeted me with excitement. Mom came closer, took my hand, and gave me a quick once-over. "Serena, how's work going?"
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