I continued making my travel plan book as usual.
Every morning, I arrived at work on time. Every evening, I left on time.
No extra hours. No urgent calls after dinner. No documents brought home and spread across my dining table until midnight.
It turned out that once I stopped treating the company as my entire life, work became surprisingly simple.
Most of my responsibilities had already been handed over. The remaining tasks were minor enough that even if I disappeared the next day, the company would not collapse. Besides, Dakota was here now.
Ironically, Charles, the very person who had forced me to return using the Contract, had started ignoring me instead.
At ten in the morning, he walked out of the lift with his usual cold expression. His gaze swept across the office, passing ove
