Chapter 30
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If Collin was upset, maybe she could pick up a small gift after work to lift his mood.
Before long, she arrived at CR Corporation’s headquarters.
Once her onboarding was complete, she made her way to the Fashion Design Department.
The moment her supervisor, Coen Fuller, spotted her, he stepped forward and gestured for her to follow.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your workstation,” he said, leading the way.
“You’re Linsey, right? I heard about you after the interview yesterday. Your design got unanimous praise from the panel—pretty impressive,” Coen said with an easy smile.
“That’s your desk.”
“Mr. Fuller,” a familiar voice cut through the office.
Linsey froze, her eyes widening slightly.
Why was she here?
Cynthia, the woman she had just met yesterday, strode forward, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor.
Coen’s grin widened the moment he spotted her. “Cynthia! Finally, you’re here. Come on over. I was just about to introduce you to the team.” He turned to the rest of the office, clapping his hands lightly. “Everyone, let’s pause for a moment. We have a new colleague joining us today—Cynthia Keller. I’m sure many of you have heard of her before. Starting today, she’ll be working alongside us.”
Cynthia gave a poised, elegant smile. “Hello, everyone. I’m Cynthia. It’s a pleasure to be part of the team. I know you all work incredibly hard, so I brought a little something for each of you. Nothing much—just a small token of appreciation.”
At her cue, several assistants entered, carrying neatly stacked boxes. They moved through the office, distributing the gifts.
But as soon as people opened them, they realized Cynthia’s definition of “a small token” was anything but. The women received trendy diamond necklaces, while the men found sleek, high-end mechanical watches inside their boxes.
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“Wow, this is unbelievably generous. Thank you, Cynthia!”
“Cynthia, if you ever need anything, just ask me.”
“As expected from the daughter of the Keller family—so extravagant!”
Cynthia listened to the flood of compliments with a proud yet gracious smile. Then, lifting a large gift box, she walked over to Coen and handed it to him with both hands.
“Mr. Fuller, I remember you’re a fan of this coffee brand, so I brought a few boxes for you,” she said smoothly.
Coen’s eyes lit up as he lifted the lid. Beneath the neatly packed coffee beans, two solid gold bars gleamed.
“Cynthia, you’re incredibly thoughtful. Thanks,” Coen said, shutting the box with a satisfied smile.
Throughout this, Linsey remained off to the side, watching Cynthia’s performance with a trace of amusement.
It was just a job, yet Cynthia was already throwing money around before even earning her first paycheck.
What baffled Linsey the most, however, was why Cynthia was here at all, starting on the same day as her.
During yesterday’s interview, the panel had been clear—only one candidate would be selected. Since she was the one who got the job, how did Cynthia manage to get in?
Cynthia caught Linsey’s glance from the edge of her vision and responded with a smug smile.
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