The next morning, Cara sat at the grand dining table with her father, Mr. Harrington.
The table was filled with a variety of breakfast dishes—scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a fresh pot of coffee that filled the room with its rich aroma.
Cara stirred her tea absentmindedly, her thoughts elsewhere.
Mr. Harrington, however, was reading the morning newspaper with a satisfied smile on his face.
After a few moments of silence, he folded the newspaper and set it aside, looking at his daughter with pride.
“Cara, you did a fantastic job,” he said, his deep voice filled with approval.
“The news about Richard being the CEO of RCD Tech is everywhere now. The media can’t stop talking about it.”
Cara smirked, taking a sip of her tea.
“Of course, Dad. I told you I had everything under control.
