Chapter 3

Where there were people, there was also bound to be drama. Even at the prestigious Riveria Group, gossip was inevitable and bountiful.

It seemed as if they'd somehow heard about Gaston telling me to resign from the company yesterday. Their eyes were filled with doubt, curiosity, and even contempt.

Just as I thought, Gaston was an annoying CEO indeed.

"Mr. Sommar, bring me some coffee."

My intercom sounded just then with just a cold, curt command from Brooke.

I made her usual cup of coffee with much familiarity and brought it into her office. I was also planning to report the day's schedule to her in the meantime.

Brooke looked at the black coffee before her and frowned slightly. She then glanced at me, but seeing that I didn't look the least bit shaken, she got even more frustrated than ever.

I knew what she meant, but I didn't want to acknowledge it.

Brooke had a weak stomach and often suffered from gastritis. I used to care for her health and often made her nutritious food, only to have to beg her to eat a few bites while keeping a smile on my face.

I would also often advise against her drinking harmful beverages like coffee that would upset her stomach. Although she never listened to me, I still wasn't able to stop myself from poking my nose into her business like that.

However, since the abortion a year ago, I gradually got rid of my bad habit of "nagging" her all of the time.

I went through the day's schedules with her in a professional manner. But, Brooke seemed to be out of it today.

"Ms. Rivers, do you have anything to add on to the schedule for today?"

"Did you talk to Gaston yesterday?"

Her sudden change in topic caught me completely off guard.

"Yes, I did."

"How did it go?"

"It was fine. Mr. Storm put in a lot of requests for the engagement party."

"What about you? What do you think about it?" Brooke asked.

"I will try my best to meet every request within the stipulated budget. If there are any discrepancies, I will also resolve them with Mr. Storm as soon as possible. But of course, if we're unable to find a solution for it, then I will report the situation to you."

"You sure know how to separate work from your life," she said. She was obviously trying to be sarcastic with me. "I heard that… Gaston told you to leave after the engagement party."

"He did bring it up, yes."

"What do you think about it?"

Brooke then picked up a pen and started twirling it in her hands while staring intensely at me.

This was a habit of hers. She would always start twirling pens if she got anxious. However, the look in her eyes felt more like that of a predator hunting its prey instead.

I smiled faintly and answered, "I'll think about it if the severance package is good enough."

Brooke then threw the pen onto her table and looked at me with an icy-cold stare. A disdainful look was in her eyes.

"Theros Sommar, why is money so important to you?"