Although things had been clarified with Nelson, Callie and he had little interaction in their daily work routines.
Callie still had to develop PPTs and pitch to clients, her workload increasing ever since Skye took the helm-not just for her, but for the entire Team B. Fortunately, unlike Lorelai Ryan, Skye was competent in her managerial duties.
Recently, Oconnor Group has been working on a collaboration with a renowned beverage brand. The project negotiations were handled by the higher-ups, and Skye has yet to decide who will take on the design. Callie is keen to vie for the opportunity.
Meanwhile, Nelson recently flew abroad on a business trip, accompanied by Cora and several senior executives, and has been away for several days.
The company forum featured a photo of Nelson speaking at a conference table, Cora by his side, their presence perfectly aligned. However, the angle of the photo suggested an intimate atmosphere.
Rumors quickly spread within Oconnor Group that there might be something personal between Nelson and Cora, with speculations about her possibly becoming Nelson’s wife.
Considering she had been the only woman close to him for years.
Hearing these rumors in the break room, Callie couldn’t help but laugh, “The classic tale of a domineering CEO and his delicate assistant is indeed captivating, but…”
Litzy, puzzled, inquired, “But what?”
Well, considering Nelson was already married. By all accounts, Callie should be considered the lady of the house at Oconnor Group.
With a playful smile, Callie considered for the first time her wicked sense of humor, “Never mind, it’s unspeakable.”
Alas, one could only fantasize. After all, no woman who becomes the CEO’s wife still needs to work-a tragic reality.
With Nelson away, Callie spent her days buried in work. Whenever she found time, she visited her father in the hospital, keeping him company. Yet, for some reason, each evening she felt a compulsion to return home, as if adhering to an unspoken command, perhaps the deep-seated subservience ingrained in workers.
On her way to Paucaster Villa Complex today, walking along quiet streets lined with tall plane trees and unknown fragrant flowers, a luxury car suddenly sped past her. Before she could get a good look, her phone rang-it was Ximena.
Hastily, Callie answered, “Hello? Is that you, Ximena?”
From the other end came Ximena’s trembling voice, recently tearful, “Callie, I… I’ve been hit!”
Callie stood still, “What? Who hit you? Calm down and tell me everything!”
“It was Joaquin… I told him I wanted to break up, he kept pleading, I refused, then he grabbed my hair and slammed me against the wall, hitting me for half an hour before he came to his senses… It was terrifying, he even knelt down begging for forgiveness after…”
The description made Callie’s blood boil, “He’s a scoundrel! How are you now? Did you manage to escape?”
“He tried to lock me up, but I used all my strength to escape while he was drinking water. Now, I’m hiding in my rental, scared he might come looking for me…” Ximena sobbed.
Callie thought Joaquin might not accept the breakup but never expected him to resort to violence against his girlfriend of three years. Indeed, a desperate gambler can be dangerous…
As Callie was about to say more, she noticed the luxury car that had passed by had stopped and was now flashing its hazard lights at her.