Chapter 172 Argument.
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It was obvious Shawn hated when I brought up Queena–because that was his flaw.
But that wasn’t my issue. I’d mention it whenever I wanted. If he didn’t like it, that was his problem.
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“Fine, fine, you’re right.” I said, letting the sarcasm drip from every word. “Admiring talent, recognizing skills. Thanks for the lesson. I’ll be sure to use that to comfort myself at work next time. A lazy smile spread across my face, showing just how little I cared.
I could almost feel Shawn’s frustration growing. I imagined him standing there, fists on his hips, face turning red, his breath thick with irritation
Tiffany, women always get the short end of the stick in relationships. I hope you realize that.” Shawn said, his voice shifting to something more serious. He seemed to be warning me not to press too hard.
“Oh? Who says that? I haven’t experienced it yet, so I’m not making any judgments.” My tone was relaxed, casual, the exact opposite of serious, and it seemed to drive him insane.
Shawn let out a heavy sigh, clearly at a loss for words After a beat, he spoke again, his voice strained. “Alright, Tiffany. No more arguing. I checked the weather. There’s a strong storm coming tonight–lightning and all. You live in a high–rise, so you’re scared…”
“I’m not scared. Thanks, I interrupted him, hanging up before he could say anything more.
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As soon as the call ended, the wind began to pick up, slipping through the slightly open windows. Its mournful howl filled the
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The apartment was enormous, a duplex with floor–to–ceiling glass windows–something Id insisted on for the look. Now, as the wind battered against the glass, it sounded like thunder itself.
I stood and hurried to the windows. The wind slammed into me like a solid force, knocking me back a step. I gritted my teeth, struggling to shut the windows tight against the storm.
Outside, dark, thick clouds rolled in, twisting with streaks of lightning. I stood there, frozen, watching the storm take over. my once–clear thoughts clouded by the sky’s fury.
I grabbed a book and went upstairs. I shut the curtains in my bedroom, blocking out any light, and turned on the lamp. Slipping on my headphones, I let the soft music wash over me, burying myself in the book, ignoring the storm outside.
The rain and wind raged on, but inside, I lost myself in the pages, not caring when the storm would end.
The next morning, I was up early. Apex Hotel was holding a recruitment event for professional training, and they needed me to review it. I showed up well before the event started.
By ten in the morning, people were trickling in for interviews.
The office was small–just a temporary setup–so my desk was separated by nothing more than a thin glass wall from the lobby. I could see everything happening just beyond.
Then, a tall figure caught my eye. He moved into my view, his presence almost commanding. I blinked, a bit dazed by the sudden focus on him.
It was him–the slim, striking young man, his sharp features set off by eyes as clear as water, scanning the room.
He looked around, and when his gaze inet mine, his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
Well, well, what do we have here? A familiar face.
I pushed myself up and walked over to the HR manager. She was a round, cheerful woman, completely absorbed in the tall,
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“Excuse me-
“Jace Rayner,” he interjected quickly, his grin widening. “Guess you’ve forgotten me, huh? It hasn’t been that long since we last
met
I gave a dry, awkward laugh. “What’s going on with you? How did you end up here, applying for a job?”
Jace suddenly dropped his gaze, his sharp eyes flashing briefly. He then spoke in a low voice, “My family cut me off. I thought I’d work and make some pocket money.”
The HR manager’s face softened, her heart clearly going out to him. “Poor kid. Must be tough at home. Ms. Mayfield, I think he’s s great. We’re still hiring a few movers. Why not give him a shot?”
But something didn’t add up. He looked too perfect–his skin smooth and flawless, his posture too refined. The last time I
him in Craneport, he wore expensive clothes. How could he be short on cash?
saw
“We don’t need him. He won’t fast with the workload.” I said firmly, cutting off the idea. “And you’re studying at Sylvania. Why come all the way to Hanzora for a summer job? Sylvania offers plenty of opportunities. This doesn’t make sense.
For a moment, Jace’s eyes widened in surprise. Then, he quickly whispered, “I like Hanzora. I want to stay here for a couple of months. Tiff, please, give me a chance.”
The HR manager laughed loudly. “Tiff, huh? Very endearing, but yes, she’s still young, even if she is married.”
I crossed my arms, narrowing my gaze at Jace..
His handsome face flushed pink under my stare, and he looked at me with wide, pleading eyes–those puppy–dog eyes that melted most people. “I really need this job.”
“Did you read the job description?” I asked, refusing to let up.
Jace nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I saw it. Don’t let my size fool you. I’m strong. I can carry things.”
I raised an eyebrow. “It also involves sales and running errands. The job isn’t exactly clear. You could end up sweeping floors, making tea, or handing out flyers on the street. You think you can handle all that?”
Jace’s expression shifted, his features hardening with determination. ‘I can do it all.”
