When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 67

Dorothea smiled. “No need. This achievement belongs to your sales team. You don’t have to share it with me.”

Lenard glanced at her, surprised once again by how sharp this young woman was.

“Then let me thank you on behalf of everyone in my department.”

He understood that Dorothea was giving him a favor. And favors always came with strings attached. When it would be time to repay her, that was up to Dorothea.

The shareholder meeting rolled around that afternoon. Walton had come prepared, ready to make things difficult for Dorothea, but he was caught off guard when several minor shareholders openly supported her.

“Dorothea’s got real talent. Honestly, HR is wasting her skills. Why not move her over to Sales? She might just bring in more revenue for the company.”

“I agree. I checked with Lenard just now, and he’s on board too.”

Walton had hoped the other shareholders would help him keep Dorothea in check. Instead, he ended up pushing her straight into the center of the business.

Dorothea accepted everything with an easy smile. She knew that the next time she was transferred, she’d be moving right into Walton’s spot.

As soon as Dorothea left HR, news spread that Nash had been promoted to director.

Nash looked at her, full of gratitude. “Dorothea, I totally misjudged you before.”

She just smiled. “Do your best.”

Getting a troublemaker on your side was always easier than replacing them.

Dorothea picked up on Latham’s gesture right away. She asked him out to dinner and even left work early to pick up a gift.

Latham glanced at the menu. “Looks good. I don’t eat onions or garlic, though.”

Dorothea shot him a look. That was exactly what she would have said.

Trying to lighten the mood, she brought up yesterday’s trending topic. “About that thing online, I wasn’t upset. We agreed about this in the prenup. As long as it doesn’t blow up in public, I’m fine.”

A hint of a smile flickered in Latham’s dark eyes. His voice was deep and relaxed. “Dorothea, should I compliment you for being so understanding, or complain that you’re a little too understanding?”

“Is that a bad thing?” Dorothea tilted her head, puzzled.

Latham’s smile was faint but carried something deeper. “It’s a good thing.”