Jack had just received notice that morning: a new recruit from Northriver University’s graduate finance program would be parachuting straight into their company.
Rumor had it she had a powerful background—definitely not Victoria, Jack thought.
The resume Victoria had submitted showed she only had an undergraduate degree from Northriver University. Jack seriously doubted credentials like that could land her the job as Mr. Garcia’s assistant.
But since Mr. Garcia had specifically requested her, Jack figured he’d just watch from the sidelines and see what happened.
Word spread quickly through the office. For someone as strict as Mr. Garcia to hire an assistant with no reputation or connections, it was obvious to anyone with half a brain what must be going on between him and Victoria.
“Hah.”
Ailie let out a cold laugh. If anyone in Starfall City deserved the title of “finance prodigy,” it was Victoria—no question about it.
“Who did HR say the finance prodigy is?” Ailie pressed.
Jack shrugged. “Some woman with the last name Marchand. Heard her boyfriend’s the CEO of The Langford Group.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me—”
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Meanwhile, Victoria was focused on her work at her desk, methodically handling every task Curtis had assigned her.
Ailie burst in, grabbed her by the arm, and started to pull her away.
“Come on, let’s quit. I’m leaving, too.”
Victoria blinked, baffled. Just hours ago, Ailie had bent over backwards to help her get into Quantum Core Technologies. Now, less than three hours into her first day, she was talking about quitting together?
“Why?”
Victoria had already finished the work Curtis gave her. Ailie glanced at the computer screen—and nearly did a double take.
“You… you finished all this?”
Unbelievable. The last assistant had been fired with half the work still unfinished, and here Victoria had just breezed through it in no time.
Was she some kind of octopus?
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