“Khloe…is this really Morrison Group headquarters? I applied here a while ago and never heard back. And now… we just walk right in?” one of the girls stammered.
Khloe smiled and pushed open the door, leading them to a temporary office space she had reserved. Floor-to- ceiling windows framed a panoramic view of the financial district-a scene they had only ever admired in the glossy pages of business magazines.
Once everyone was settled, Khloe spread the project files Ethan had given her across the table. Then, she slid a fresh set of plans forward.
“This new project is a challenge,” she stated plainly. “Its funding chain has been broken for half a year. It’s burned through three partners. It will not be easy.”
She let that hang in the air before continuing. “As for the Cameron Group deal-keep tracking it. I will personally lead the negotiations with Mr. Cameron. That project is the heart of our team. Fox Group will not be taking it from us.”
“The Cameron project is still ours?” one woman breathed, her eyes lighting up. She had been the primary lead on it at Fox, forced to watch as Angela tried to steal it from under her.
Khloe nodded. “Now, for compensation. Your base salaries will be double what you earned at Fox Group, with social insurance contributions at the maximum rate.
“And whether it’s the Cameron project or this new Hunt Group venture, the team will receive fifteen percent of the total profit as a performance bonus.”
A stunned silence filled the room. “You’re… you’re serious? Double the base pay? And a bonus share?”
“I am serious. But the price is the workload. The timeline is aggressive. We will be rebuilding plans, reconnecting broken partnerships, and relaunching investments from scratch. Prepare for long hours.”
“Long hours?” another woman countered, a grim smile on her face. “We’ve spent months cleaning up Angela’s messes at Fox. At least here, we’re building something for ourselves. It’s worth it.”
“Exactly! Cameron Group only trusts us. That project was born from our work. And even though this Morrison Group project is difficult, if we pull it off, we’ll be the top contributors!”
The team was united. Khloe offered top-tier compensation because she saw their success as her own. No matter the grind, they’d see it through.
Immediately, they plunged into a sea of data. One week. That was the deadline to resurrect the project.
“Khloe, your phone!” someone called, digging the vibrating device from beneath a stack of charts.
Her mind still tangled in figures, Khloe answered without looking. “Hello?”
A warm, familiar voice filled her ear. She sat up straighter.
“Mr. Hunt.” Her eyes swept across the busy office. “I’m afraid I can’t do lunch. I’m… tied up.”
“Dinner works too,” Nick said.
He actually only had time at noon; dinner meant he would have to cancel an engagernent.
“I can’t do dinner either,” Khloe said awkwardly. She had a meeting with investors scheduled for later that night.
“I see. Then, when will you be free?” Nick’s voice was calm, almost detached, but his fingers resting on the desk twitched slightly, curling inward.
“I’m not sure… maybe in a week. I’ll contact you then?” Khloe had barely finished her words when someone called her over about some data. She answered immediately.
“Sorry, Mr. Hunt. I’m a bit busy-have to hang up.’
“Khloe…”
Before he could say any more, the line went dead.
For a moment, he was frozen.
It was the first time someone had ever hung up on him. Was she really busy-or just making an excuse?
His expression darkened. He immediately called Lenny into the office.
“Find out what’s going on at the Morrison Group. Why is she so busy?” His tone was sharp, not the usual calm demeanor he carried. Lenny felt a jolt of tension.
Nick’s temperament was usually steady and icy. Lenny had never seen him show such a clear sign of displeasure. When he had entered the office earlier, he had been in a good mood… what changed so suddenly?
“Sir, nothing major has happened at the Morrison Group recently. Are you asking about Miss Roswell’s schedule? “Lenny replied quickly. Khloe was the only connection he could think of at the mention of the Morrison Group.
Nick said nothing, his gaze fixed on the desk. The room suddenly felt colder.
Lenny straightened. “I’ve been tracking Miss Roswell’s movements. I heard she’s having trouble consolidating power there and is currently… meeting with investors.”
“Investors?” Nick’s eyes flickered with interest.
Lenny relayed everything he had learned. Khloe had recently been actively coordinating with various investors. The meeting tonight happened to be with a newly affiliated investment arm under the Hunt Group-yet to be announced publicly.
“So… her evening is blocked because of an investor meeting,” Nick murmured.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.