Chapter 814

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She stopped and stared straight at her. “Spill it. Either you tell me now, or I’ll head to your company and ask the board myself.”
“Please don’t!” Dolores blurted, then sighed. “Since you helped us win the design competition, the board’s been on my neck. They want you as our chief designer. I told them you wouldn’t stay in town for long, but they think I’m being stingy—that I’m not offering you enough.”
Linsey let out a soft laugh.
Dolores glanced sideways at her, frowning. “How can you still laugh? I turned them down for you, just like you asked.”
That was true. Linsey had told her before—she wasn’t planning to stay in Grester.
But things had changed. Just last night, she had made up her mind. And that was exactly what she wanted to talk to Dolores about.
Still, she couldn’t resist teasing her first. Linsey raised an eyebrow. “So what kind of offer were you planning to make me?”
Dolores didn’t think much of it. She shrugged. “Only the best. Salary’s a given. The title might be chief designer, but if you joined, you’d be my second-in-command. Everyone else would report to you.”
If people weren’t asleep in the next room, Linsey would have burst out laughing.
She cleared her throat. “Oh, come on. I’m not signing up to be your vice president. Chief designer just means I run the design team, right?”
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Dolores lifted her chin and gave a little huff. “You’re my best friend. That’s how I see it. The board thinks I’m being petty. But if they knew what I was really thinking, they’d just drown me in useless advice again.”
Linsey smiled and gently wiped the sweat from Dolores’ forehead. “Alright then. Since you’re offering me such a sweet deal… I accept. So, when do I start?”
Dolores froze. She stared at Linsey, mouth slightly open, struggling to process the words. “You…”
Linsey raised an eyebrow, playing along. “What? Changed your mind already? Don’t want me anymore?”
“Of course not!” Dolores shouted, making Linsey jump.
“Shhh! The kids are still sleeping,” Linsey pressed a finger to her lips.
Dolores blinked, then snapped out of it. She set down her glass and grabbed Linsey, dragging her to the couch. “But you said a few days ago you’d be leaving. What changed?”
Linsey smiled and began to explain everything she had been thinking. With Dolores, she never held back. She could speak freely.
When she finished, Dolores was beaming. She nodded quickly. “Good! You finally see that your career comes first—way more important than any guy.”
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