No surprise there. With Oliver’s status, there was no way he’d get tangled up in this mess so easily.
Teresa tucked the grudge away in her heart. She’d pay it back when the time was right, just not now.
The first thing she did when she got back to Harrisburg was swing by GlobalSpan Logistics. Business was booming, way better than before. She glanced through the latest financials, and the profits looked fantastic.
At this rate, they’d hit the annual revenue goal long before year’s end.
And as luck would have it, Teresa returned on Valentine’s Day.
Hanson had called earlier, asking if she could make it back in time to celebrate. She hadn’t expected to, but somehow she did.
She stopped by home first, put her bags away, and took out the gift she’d bought for Naomi in Veridian. It was a necklace Teresa had picked out with care.
Naomi cradled it in her hands, her eyes lighting up. “It’s gorgeous, Teresa. You have such good taste. But isn’t it too expensive? You should keep it for yourself.”
Teresa pretended to be annoyed, took the necklace back, and slipped behind Naomi to fasten it around her neck. “What do you mean, no occasion? Wear it to class. Show it off a little.”
Once the necklace was on, Teresa stepped back. The color looked perfect against Naomi’s skin.
“Beautiful,” Teresa said, smiling.
Naomi blushed, trying to hide her grin, but Teresa could tell she loved it.
She helped Naomi sit down, her voice gentle. “Mom, if I buy you something, just take it, okay? Don’t worry about saving money for me. I have plenty.”
Naomi knew Teresa wasn’t struggling, but old habits died hard. She’d grown up in the country, always pinching pennies, never splurging on anything nice.
Naomi smiled. “All right, I get it. But Teresa, even if you have money, don’t blow it all. When you have kids someday, you’ll have plenty of expenses.”
That was just how her mother’s generation thought. Women were supposed to get married and have children. After a decade in prison, Naomi’s views weren’t likely to change.
But her love for Teresa was real.
Teresa didn’t argue. She just smiled, a little indulgent. “Fine, I’ll try to save more.”
Helena wasn’t ready to give up. She draped her arm over Teresa’s shoulders. “I’m not saying you need to do anything. Let them pour us drinks, feed us some fruit. Come on, Teresa. Hanson’s paying anyway.”
Before Teresa could protest, Helena called the manager over. “Bring your best male models. I want to have a look.”
“Of course, just a moment.”
Teresa couldn’t bring herself to go along with it. She told Helena to pick for herself. She was sitting this one out.
Helena dropped the subject.
A few minutes later, the manager came back with a line of handsome men.
Honestly, their looks were impressive.
Teresa glanced down the row, just curious. But when she saw the last guy in line, she just froze, her mind going blank from shock.

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