Chapter 3 Make a Living
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The unexpected incident caused Emily to be late for her first day at her new job.
Downton Group, the largest financial conglomerate in London, was known for its strict employee management.
Guided by the receptionist, she nervously walked to the meeting room. As soon as she entered, she saw a familiar man staring at her smugly.
"Ms. Kyte, long time no see."
"Eason?"
Eason Cavill, the star sales manager that Matthew had personally groomed, was once a hotshot in the industry. However, he had been kicked out of Kyte Group by Matthew for repeatedly harassing Emily.
Eason stood up and approached her with a perverse smile. "Thank you for remembering me! I went to great lengths to get you into Downton."
"It was your doing?" Emily realized. No wonder the HR was unusually accommodating during salary negotiations.
Eason's smile turned sinister as he leaned in close. "Still as sharp as ever. You used to look down on me, but now, I'm your boss..." He reached out to touch Emily's face. "Do you know what you should do now?"
"You're delusional." His sleazy tone made Emily's skin crawl. She slapped his hand away and turned to leave.
Eason gritted his teeth and yelled after her, "Emily, walk out that door, and I guarantee you'll never find a job in London again, except maybe as a hostess in a nightclub!"
"You're just a manager. Don't think too highly of yourself."
Feeling even more disgusted, Emily quickened her pace out of the meeting room.
With Eason around, she realized she couldn't stay at this company. She decided to leave immediately and look for a new job.
As she reached the building's entrance, she saw a crowd gathered.
Pushing through, she saw a middle-aged man drenched in gasoline, holding a lighter, threatening everyone around him.
"Stay back! I want to see James!"
The employees kept their distance, and the bodyguards were on high alert.
Executives tried to calm him down. "William, calm down, let's talk this through."
"Calm down? He ruined me overnight for a minor offense. I lost everything! How do you expect me to be calm?" The man was extremely agitated.
Emily couldn't help but think of her father...
Had he felt this desperate when facing the company's bankruptcy?
Suddenly, someone shouted, "James is here!"
Emily looked up to see a Rolls-Royce Wraith slowly approaching. Bodyguards cleared a path, and the crowd nervously stepped back.
The man rushed towards the car. "James, you owe me an explanation!"
The tension in the air was palpable, and inside the car was a figure that commanded respect and fear throughout London.
Emily caught a glimpse of a tall, imposing figure in black inside the car, engrossed in his phone, seemingly unfazed by the chaos outside.
James glanced coldly at the scene and made a gesture.
The next second, the car accelerated towards the man...
Everyone was stunned, including the gasoline-soaked man who stood frozen, not expecting such decisiveness.
Seeing the car about to hit him, Emily instinctively rushed forward and pulled him away...
James looked up, his gaze locking onto her face, a flash of complex emotions in his eyes.
"Ugh!"
Emily and the man fell to the ground, causing gasps from the onlookers.
Her arm throbbed with pain as she came to her senses, and the Rolls-Royce had already sped away.
Almost instantly, security rushed over and subdued the gasoline man.
"James, you'll get what's coming to you. You'll never get away with this!"
The man was swiftly restrained and dragged away like a defensless stray.
Emily watched him, feeling a pang of sadness. Her father had told her that business was like a battlefield, but at this moment, it felt more like hell...
One misstep, and you could fall into an abyss!
And the man in the Wraith was the devil who controlled everyone's fate!
With a boss like that and a sleazy superior, she couldn't stay at this company any longer.
Emily hastened her steps to leave.
But just as she stepped out of the building, her phone buzzed with a bank notice—her credit card was nearly maxed out from renting an apartment and enrolling her kids in a good preschool.
Despite everything, Downton was the highest-paying job she could find.
With a long sigh, Emily gritted her teeth and walked back into the Downton Group building.
Working for the devil was still better than starving on the street.
As she waited for the elevator in the lobby, she suddenly saw a group of bodyguards escorting someone towards the VIP elevator not far away.
Everyone lowered their heads respectfully as they greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Downton!"
Due to the distance and angle, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew he was James Downton, the president of the Downton Group.
However, she felt that tall figure seemed oddly familiar.
Shaking her head, she reminded herself not to get distracted.
No way could a dominant business tycoon be a gigolo!
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Meanwhile, the VIP elevator doors opened on the 25th floor.
An assistant handed James a tablet displaying Emily's profile. "Mr. Downton, the woman who saved William was a bystander... Oh, wait, she just signed her employment contract five minutes ago as an administrative assistant on the 13th floor. Her name is Emily Kyte!"
James stared at her photo on the screen and looked at it for a long time before responding with a meaningful grunt.
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