Seven Years a Fool One Day a Queen (Kristine and Colton) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The next morning, as soon as Eliza arrived at the office, Sadie hurried over with a secretive expression, eager to show her something.

“Looks like Director Wynn spent the night with President Young.”

He lowered his voice nervously, afraid anyone else might overhear. On his phone was a photo he had secretly taken.

“This morning they came in the same car, and Director Wynn’s wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday.”

Eliza glanced at the photo.

The man stood by the car door, half his face shadowed, head slightly lowered toward Medea as she stepped out.

Perhaps it was the angle, but there was a faint suggestion of intimacy in the shot.

She stared in silence for a few seconds, then looked away. She tipped all the pills from her palm into her mouth, washed them down with several gulps of hot water.

The heat slid down her throat, neither soothing nor painful.

Truly, it didn’t matter anymore.

She spent the morning organizing all the project files she had been responsible for, and even drafted her resignation letter.

During that time, Medea entered Calvin’s office four times, each stay lasting more than half an hour.

Perhaps because he was in such a good mood with a beauty beside him, Calvin didn’t even mention her standing him up the night before.

Close to noon, he finally emerged from his office with Medea.

As they passed her desk, he didn’t pause for even half a second.

Medea was speaking beside him, asking what he wanted for lunch.

She insisted on treating, as thanks for him shielding her from drinks the night before.

He said there was a health–soup restaurant nearby, famous for nutritious, good for recovery, helps boost her energy.

Medea sounded genuinely moved. “Calv, you’re so considerate.”

Just before the elevator doors closed, Eliza pressed her name at the bottom of her resignation.

Sadie sent her a message, asking what she wanted for lunch.

After a moment’s thought, Eliza replied: “Let’s go to Wellness Soup House.”

“Okay,” Sadie agreed.

It was lunchtime, and the place was crowded.

As soon as they entered, Eliza spotted Calvin and Medea, their table was far too conspicuous to miss.

“What a coincidence,” Sadie muttered, worried that Eliza might be affected.

But Eliza’s reaction was calm. She let her gaze pass over them. “There’s a free seat over there.”

The server recognized Eliza and came over with a smile. “Miss Grant, back again for sour jujube seed soup today?”

Eliza shook her head lightly. “Not today. Something gentler on the stomach, please.”

“Has your boss’s insomnia improved?” the server asked casually.

After all, every time Eliza came, she bought sleep–aid soup for her boss, rain or shine. Over time, she had become a familiar face to all the staff.

Eliza’s expression stayed faint. “Yes. He won’t be needing it anymore.”

From now on, she only needed to care for her own stomach.

Sadie quickly asked, “Do you have something for bringing nutritious, good for recovery? It’s my period and I keep getting dizzy.”

“We do! Today we’ve got a limited black chicken tonic soup, only three servings. You’re lucky; there’s one left. The other two were bought by that gentleman over there for his girlfriend.”

The server couldn’t hide her admiration. “They’re such a perfect pair, talented, beautiful, and both with such presence. And the man treats her so well! Men like that are rare these days.”

Sadie nearly clapped a hand over the server’s mouth because she was talking about Calvin and Medea.

So the reason he brought her here was because she was on her period and needed tonic.

And the reason he had stopped her from drinking the night before was also because of that.

How close, how deeply involved, must two people be to know such things?

Eliza, as usual, focused on taking notes.

But when her fingers typed the words WT Business School, she paused.

Once, she too had received an offer from WT.

She had given it up for Calvin.

Her professors had cut her off for that choice.

Now, years later, she was losing precisely because of it.

With that golden credential, when Calvin announced that Medea had secured the Crawford Corporation project, no one thought it abrupt, as if she truly had been the one to win it.

The irony stung.

Sadie, indignant, fired off a private message:

[Wait, how did the Crawford Corporation project become Director Wynn’s?]

The girl was furious, her messages pouring in:

[You nearly bled out from drinking to win that deal! How is this fair?]

[How can President Young he so biased?!]

[I don’t get it, I really don’t get it!]

[I’m going to explode!]

Eliza soothed her gently:

[Be good. Don’t be upset. It doesn’t matter anymore.]

She could hand over the man she had loved for seven years. What was one project in comparison?

But Sadie still couldn’t accept it:

[But you lost a child for that project! Does President Young even know?]