Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 182

When school let out for the afternoon, Mira and Mr. Harth took the Iron Wolves home early. They needed to eat dinner before heading straight to the office.

On the way, Mr. Harth asked, "How's the bikeshare project progressing?"

"I've been stuck in class all day, so I haven't had a chance to check.

But since the office hasn't called me in a panic, there shouldn't be any major issues."

There were bound to be minor hiccups—it was their first launch, after all.

Mira was dying to see today's numbers.

When they walked through the door, Rachel's son was already there, helping to clean the house.

"Good evening, Miss Mercer!"

"Just call me Mira. Rachel is like family to me."

Rachel's late husband's surname was Cross, so her son was named Mason Cross. He was of average height with small, perceptive eyes that sparkled with sharp intelligence.

From his demeanor alone, it was obvious he was tactful and bright.

"Take a seat, Mason. No need to be so formal around here."

"I heard you're an excellent cook. How about you take over the cafeteria at my company? The pay and benefits are solid."

Mira planned on opening branch offices in the future. If Mason proved his capabilities, he could eventually manage the catering for an entire branch, which would bring in a lucrative income.

Mira chatted with him over dinner.

"You could work in bike maintenance, too, but that's grueling manual labor. Managing the company cafeteria is a much better gig."

For the people who had stood by her in her past life, Mira was determined to take care of them in this one.

"The cafeteria sounds perfect, then."

Rachel also agreed that the cafeteria was a great fit. Their family had a background in the culinary arts, so his skills wouldn't go to waste.

"There's no rush to start immediately. You two haven't seen each other in a while, so take a couple of days to catch up.

Once you start working, you can still come over here to keep Rachel company on your days off."

Mira didn't own a construction firm. Whoever won the high-speed rail bid had nothing to do with her.

Her priority right now was to use this distraction. While the major families were ripping each other's throats out over a juicy piece of meat, they wouldn't have the bandwidth to notice her little bikeshare startup. She needed to seize this window to expand rapidly.

Once they arrived at the building, Mr. Harth headed over to Solflare Entertainment to work on editing their short dramas, while Mira went straight to the Green Bikeshare offices.

The sleek, modern executive suite was filled with professionals in sharp suits and crisp ties.

"Good evening, Boss!"

"Alright, skip the formalities. You all look incredibly smug tonight. I take it today was a massive success?"

The room housed the company's executive core: legal counsel, data analysts, marketing directors, and product managers.

Each handled different vital functions to drive the company's operations forward.

"Whether the data is good or not, shouldn't you just check the backend on your laptop, Boss?"

Mr. Lance was slumped in his office chair, looking completely drained and carrying a distinct chip on his shoulder.