As he walked out of Charlotte’s office, his phone screen lit up again–it was a payment reminder from a business partner.
“It’s just five million. Is there really a need to rush me like this?”
He angrily turned off the screen, a mix of emotions churning inside him.
The startup capital that had once been within easy reach was now out of his grasp–even a few million was hard to come by.
This only strengthened his resolve to win Charlotte back.
The next morning.
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Timothy, looking refreshed and composed, arrived at the HR department.
He completed the onboarding procedures.
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The HR manager smiled warmly. “Congratulations on becoming an employee of CharChat Media. The probation period is three months.”
Timothy raised an eyebrow and asked, “What is my position?”
The HR manager’s smile didn’t fade as her fingers danced lightly over the keyboard. “According to Ms. Lindsey’s instructions, you will start as a New Media Operations Assistant.”
“Your main responsibilities will be compiling data reports, assisting with short video shoots, and handling preliminary copywriting reviews.”
With that, she slid a work badge and an employee handbook across the
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desk to Timothy. The words “Entry–Level Employee” printed on the metal badge were especially glaring.
Timothy swallowed hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few young employees at the next workstation pointing and whispering about him.
“Excuse me, where is my office?” he asked, trying to maintain his
composure.
The HR manager stood up and led him through the open–plan office, stopping at a cubicle in the corner piled high with cardboard boxes. “This will be your workstation for now. Once the project team is reorganized, you’ll be reassigned.”
Timothy looked at the dust–covered monitor on the desk, and Charlotte’s mocking words from yesterday echoed in his ears: “Start from the bottom.”
He forced down a heavy breath, suppressing his anger.
After all, his goal was to win Charlotte back. As for everything else, none of it mattered
“If you need anything, feel free to contact me.
“Alright.”
The HR manager said nothing more and turned to leave.
Timothy began slowly tidying up the clutter on his desk. It took him the entire morning to finally get it organized.
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Afternoon.
“Lottie, I’ve completed the onboarding process. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”
When Charlotte saw Timothy’s message, a cold smile appeared on her face.
“Timothy, do you really think I’ll give you another chance? Hah, how ridiculous.”
She didn’t reply, focusing intently on her data work at the computer.
She was so busy that she worked straight through to the end of the day!
Five thirty in the afternoon.
Charlotte grabbed her bag and left the office, just reaching the ground floor.
Timothy hurried after her, putting on a flattering smile. “Lottie, done for the day?”
“It’s still early How about I treat you to dinner?”
“Mr. Bradford, regular employees aren’t off work yet.”
Timothy froze in place, watching as Charlotte strode straight toward the underground parking lot in her high heels.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the office building’s glass curtain wall, casting a long, thin shadow behind him.
In the distance, the time clock beeped, and a few young employees passed by, laughing. One of them muttered quietly, “Does the new guy really think he can ask Ms. Lindsey out? He should take a look at where his
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desk is.”
He clenched his work badge so tightly that the metal edge dug painfully into his palm. His phone vibrated in his pocket–a final ultimatum from the business partner, the background filled with the sound of dice rattling in a porcelain bowl: “Mr. Bradford, I’m just a guy trying to get by too. If
there’s no movement in the account by noon tomorrow, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
He had previously borrowed five million in high–interest loans.
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