Chapter 878

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Celeste swallowed hard. “You’re sure you just… picked it up?”
Caitlin nodded, walked over, and effortlessly lifted the suitcase again with one hand. “It’s not that heavy.”
Celeste’s eyes widened.
Not that heavy?
Clearly, she and her best friend lived in different universes.
“Wow, just wow!” Celeste said, beaming with pride. “My best friend is officially a superhero.”
After helping Celeste check her luggage, Caitlin walked her to the security gate before heading back to her car.
However, instead of driving straight home, she took a detour to the apartment building where Gordon was currently living.
It was one of the most exclusive residences in the Capital, home to many celebrities, which meant the security was top-notch. Caitlin had easy access because the Gonzales family also owned property there.
She parked and stepped out of the car. As she approached the building’s entrance,
a middle-aged woman in sunglasses walked up to her.
“Excuse me, miss, could I have a moment?”
“Are you talking to me?” Caitlin asked, glancing over.
“Yes,” the woman said, pulling a business card from her purse. “I’m an agent with Veracity Media. You have a wonderful look and presence. I’d like to sign you to our agency.”
“Thank you for the offer,” Caitlin said politely, “but I have no plans to enter the entertainment industry.”
The woman seemed taken aback by the rejection. “You must not recognize me,” she said, a little flustered.
Caitlin nodded slightly.
The woman removed her sunglasses. “You should recognize me now.”
Caitlin stared blankly. Not only had she not recognized her before, but she still didn’t.
The woman smiled, assuming the lack of recognition was feigned. “That’s right. I’m Claire Kent.”
Claire Kent. One of the most powerful agents in the industry. Every artist she signed became a star. Countless aspiring actors begged for a chance to work with her.
Claire glanced at her watch. “I’m short on time today. Let’s do this tomorrow. Three o’clock at The Gilded Cup. We can sign the contract then.”
She seemed confident that revealing her identity was enough to seal the deal. With that, she turned to leave.
“Ms. Kent, please wait,” Caitlin called after her.
“I’m really busy today. We can discuss salary and benefits tomorrow. Don’t worry, Veracity Media offers the best resources and compensation in the business.”
“Ms. Kent, you misunderstand,” Caitlin said clearly. “I genuinely have no interest in an entertainment career, so I won’t be able to make our appointment tomorrow.” Claire stopped in her tracks, utterly baffled. Before she could process the refusal, Caitlin had already disappeared into the building.
Staring at the closing door, Claire was completely dumbfounded. Usually, people were tripping over themselves to get her attention. Today, she’d found a diamond in the
rough, and the diamondet
said no. Without ever taking her card. The experience was unsettling.
After a long moment, Claire ran a hand through her hair and walked back to her car.
Inside, Caitlin used the facial recognition scanner to enter the elevator. This wasn’t her first time at Gordon’s apartment; he had already granted her access privileges, allowing her to come and go as she pleased.
Gordon lived on the 25th floor. The door was closed, but Caitlin knew the code and let herself in.
The moment the door opened, Monday came barreling towards her, planting his two big paws on her shoulders. “Woof woof woof!”
Fortunately, Caitlin was strong enough to withstand his enthusiastic greeting. Anyone else might have been knocked over.
“I missed you, Monday!” Caitlin laughed, hugging the big dog.
“Woof-whine!” Monday nuzzled against her head, seeking affection.
Snow, who had been lounging on the cat tree, spotted Caitlin and shot towards her like a furry missile.
“Snow!”
Caitlin found herself with an armful of dog and an armful of cat.
Gordon, hearing the commotion from the kitchen, emerged wearing an apron. When
he saw who was there, his deep-set eyes instantly lit up. “Catie.”
“Mr. Sylvester!”
Caitlin let go of the pets and ran to him, leaping into his arms like a koala. He caught her easily, holding her steady as he peppered her face with kisses. “I thought you said you’d be a little later,” he murmured.
He had known she was coming to pick up Monday and had cleared his schedule to cook for her. He had planned to go get her once dinner was ready but was pleasantly surprised she’d arrived early.
“There was no traffic, so I got here sooner than expected,” Caitlin said, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Why? Are you hiding someone in here?”
Gordon chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “Yes, I am.”
“Hiding who—”
The rest of her words were swallowed by his kiss. This time, it wasn’t on her cheek, but squarely on her lips.
It was a long, lingering kiss. Their position shifted from him holding her to him pressing her down onto the soft sofa. Caitlin’s hand was tracing the lines of his abs
when a sharp, acrid smell hit her nostrils.
The tracing motion turned into a pinch.
“The food is burning,” she said with a grin.
Gordon’s eyes snapped open, suddenly clear. “Oh no! My sea bass with vermicelli!”
Caitlin loved fish
and she loved
noodles. Gordon had spent his free
time while she was away learning the dish from a masterchef e adored the look of pure happines on her face when she ate something delicious, especially when he was the one who had made it? The sense of accomplishment was immense.
As Gordon rushed to the kitchen, Caitlin couldn’t help but laugh. A moment later, she
followed him. “Mr. Sylvester, can the sea bass be saved?”