After about two minutes, Sabrina ran out with a flushed face, covering her mouth. Only then did Callie walk in. She saw Jaquan putting on a scarf. “Mr. Scott, you seem to be in a good mood, keeping an assistant around for a little fun.”
Jaquan let go when he saw her. “Tie it for me.”
Callie didn’t want to move, but after a moment, she remembered she needed his help and stepped forward. “That girl has quite a charm. Is that your type?”
Jaquan smirked. “Not compatible in bed.”
Callie had nothing to say. She pulled the scarf tight, forcing him to look down at her. “I’ve heard Mr. Scott is quite the player in bed, making women lose their minds. She couldn’t handle it?”
“Want to find out? You can try.” Jaquan took the initiative and wrapped his arm around her waist.
Callie’s body stiffened, and she immediately pushed him away. “Why did Nelson do that?”
Jaquan wasn’t angry. He clasped his hands behind his back. “Lucia’s company wants to enter the domestic market and needs Series A financing. She doesn’t have the money and has to negotiate many partnerships and attend numerous social events.”
“He has no reason to help her.”
“Businessmen prioritize profits. Nelson is paving the way for Oconnor Group, not just helping her,” Jaquan said. “But Lucia wants too much; she has to trade something for it.”
“What thing?” Callie became defensive.
“Guess?” Jaquan flashed a mysterious smile and strode out. As he left, he instructed his secretary, “Process Sabrina’s resignation today. I don’t want to see her again.”
“… Yes.”
As Jaquan had said, in the following period, Oconnor Group indeed put all its efforts into developing e-commerce. Callie had researched that most new media companies were clustered in Ylosea. They had started investing when the internet was just emerging and were now reaping the benefits.
Oconnor Group lagged behind them significantly but had the backing of Scott Group.
Shamar was the main person in charge of this project.
Callie understood; he was family, young, and Nelson was willing to use him.
Nelson was on a business trip these days, so Callie mustered up the courage to ask Shamar to take her along to learn.
He hesitated but eventually agreed.
Before long, Kieran reported to Nelson with an exasperated tone, “My God! Your wife is a workaholic!”
Nelson chuckled silently on the other end.
Meanwhile, Callie asked Kieran to book her a flight; she was going to Ylosea with Shamar.
Shamar said, “Nelson said earlier that e-commerce profits must reach nine figures within six months. If I can’t achieve that, I’ll resign.”
No wonder.
So these days, Callie followed Shamar, negotiating with many cunning partners about collaborations and cash flow, racking her brain to learn Nelson’s tactics for maximizing benefits.
The Scott Group team aimed to develop the best products. A single data error meant starting over from scratch, working against the clock and needing creativity.
Callie assigned Kieran as her assistant, handling minor tasks without much importance. Nelson was very pleased with this arrangement; it made supervising her much easier.
The secretary thought her boss was somewhat obsessive, finding ways to control Callie.
She dared to ask, “Mr. Oconnor, aren’t you worried… that Kieran might do something to your wife?”
“He won’t,” Nelson said confidently. In his twenty-plus years of life, he prided himself on judging people accurately. Someone like Kieran, though appearing unruly now, had received good education since childhood. Take the last time when he tried to hold Callie with an unsharpened knife; it was like a child’s immature act. He couldn’t do real harm; he was actually upright.
Moreover, Nelson had given Kieran a large sum of money, enough for him to squander. He was smart enough not to go against money.