"Compensation?" Cecelia blinked in surprise.
Years ago, saving Damien’s life had been nothing more than an instinctive act of kindness. She had never expected anything in return, and after all this time, she certainly wasn’t looking for repayment.
"So the money you gave me yesterday was meant as compensation?" she asked. "Mr. Vaughn, that’s really generous of you, but I can’t accept it. I may not have much right now, but I’m still young. As long as I work hard and stay grounded, things will get better eventually." She paused before adding softly, "Besides, earning money isn’t easy for anyone."
There was more she wanted to say.
From what she’d heard, Damien’s profession wasn’t exactly known for longevity. If making money were that difficult, he should be careful with it. Save while he was young. Build a future. Get married. Have children. Settle down. Otherwise, one day he might look back and regret not planning ahead.
But they weren’t close enough for that kind of conversation. And who was she to tell him how to live his life?
Damien glanced at her. Her rain-soaked hair had been pulled back neatly, revealing delicate features and skin so fair it seemed almost luminous. But what caught his attention most were her eyes.
Clear. Bright. Innocent.
Like a child’s.
There was an honesty in the way she looked at people, an openness that felt strangely rare.
The heat he’d only just managed to suppress stirred again. Damien looked away immediately. Since everything had been explained and Cecelia had firmly rejected the money, he didn’t push the issue further.
"Alright," he said. "I’ll call you when I have some free time."
When they arrived at DL Group headquarters, Damien stepped out of the car. His phone immediately began ringing.
His assistant.
Again, and again.
After ending the call, he glanced at his messages. A transfer notification popped up.
Cecelia had returned every cent. Not only had she rejected his financial help, but she’d refunded the money for her damaged clothes—and even included extra compensation for him.
Damien stared at the screen.
What exactly was wrong with this woman?
After several seconds of silence, he deleted the chat window.
The following morning, a major project in Corvane encountered unexpected complications that required his personal attention.
Damien left the city immediately.
Meanwhile, back at Cecelia’s company...
Ever since the incident a few days ago, Vivian had been holding a grudge. Now that Cecelia had become her team leader, Vivian wasted no time making things difficult for her.
"Ms. Archer," Vivian said pitifully, dropping a file onto her desk, "could you please take a look at the Wenie account? I’ve handled them for years, and everything was fine until suddenly they refused to renew their contract. I’ve tried everything. Nothing works. I’m completely out of ideas."
As the saying goes, with greater responsibility came greater accountability. As team leader, Cecelia wasn’t only responsible for her own performance but for her entire team’s results as well.
Ignoring the issue wasn’t an option.
She opened the file and reviewed the account. Within minutes, she found the problem. Copper prices had surged recently, and the supplier was requesting a price adjustment.
A completely normal market response.
With Vivian’s experience, there was no way she hadn’t recognized that. Either something else was going on... Or she was simply dumping her work onto someone else.
Cecelia accepted the assignment but remained cautious. After calculating a revised pricing proposal, she submitted it and quickly arranged a meeting with the client.
As expected, there had never been any intention to terminate the partnership.
Just a simple negotiation could settle the issue.
After a brief discussion and some adjustments to the pricing structure, both sides reached an agreement. The contract was renewed without difficulty.
Back at the office, Cecelia walked over to Vivian’s desk and placed the signed contract in front of her.


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