"Thank you for dropping me off, Jason," I said to my driver. He had replaced the Ashton family's loyal driver—Ben's son.
Jason was nearly 40 years old and very reliable. When we met again, his eyes welled up with tears, and he was angry about what had happened to me.
"Are you sure you'll be okay going in there alone?"
He glanced at the tall and grand building in front of us—Celeste Inc. A massive company, its expanse was impressive, with a cone-shaped top that made it look like a castle.
I nodded. I had prepared myself and finally entered calmly.
It was such an extraordinary place, which was why many people dreamed of working here. If they managed to get a job here, it could open doors for them. They’d earn respect, if they got the chance to collaborate with Celeste Inc., a company wi
