Chapter 13

Edward assigned Yasmin an overwhelming workload, complete with tight deadlines. The sheer volume of tasks was enough to overwhelm even full-time employees, let alone an intern just entering the corporate world. After the meeting, once the others had left, Adrian Elsher, a third-year senior from Dunville University and a member of the same law school, approached her. "Yasmin, haven't you noticed? Edward seems to be deliberately targeting you." Yasmin wasn't surprised and asked, "Is it because I'm an intern and he's afraid I'll slow down the team?" Adrian shook his head and lowered his voice. "No, his girlfriend is also an intern at our firm. He wanted her on this project, but instead, the senior partner assigned you." Yasmin immediately understood. So, Edward was using his authority to take personal revenge. "If you need help with anything, just ask me! I'll look after you!" Adrian patted his chest confidently. Yasmin smiled and thanked him. The Mayford Acquisition was a massive deal involving two major corporations, with multiple subsidiaries under the acquired company. The tasks Edward assigned weren't particularly difficult for Yasmin, but since she hadn't been involved in the early stages of the project, she needed time to familiarize herself with the materials. Starting was always the hardest part, but she wasn't discouraged. … Caleb typically dined in his executive suite with privately catered meals. But today, he unexpectedly showed up in the company cafeteria, accompanied by several senior executives. His sudden appearance caused quite a stir. Edward and the legal team were seated near the cafeteria entrance. When they looked up, they found themselves face-to-face with Caleb. "Mr. Grant, Mr. Hoffman, Mr. Chapman…" Edward immediately stood up to greet the high-ranking executives with enthusiasm. Warren exchanged a few pleasantries with Edward. Caleb, however, remained silent. His gaze scanned the law firm's project team, and his brows subtly furrowed together. Harris, standing behind him, suddenly asked, "Mr. Sullivan, isn't your team missing someone?" Edward was caught off guard. "Huh? No, everyone's here. Your cafeteria's food is just too good. We wouldn't want to miss it." Harris pressed further, "I recall your team had a young lady with the surname Whitmore. She handed Mr. Grant a document during the morning meeting." Edward was baffled. Why the hell was this being brought up? He cursed Yasmin internally for being a trouble magnet but was forced to smile. "Oh, you mean Yasmin? She had some urgent work to finish first. You know how fast-paced our firm is." Harris raised a brow, thinking to himself, "Mrs. Grant never even missed a meal when she was studying abroad in Eldham, where good food was scarce, yet she has to miss a meal in our company?" It was utterly ridiculous. Harris said suggestively, "Mr. Sullivan, while work is important, our health is even more so. Meals shouldn't be skipped. I believe we gave the team quite a loose timeline, didn't we?" The surrounding Grant Group executives exchanged puzzled looks. Why was Harris suddenly concerned about some random intern missing lunch? Wait… Was this Caleb's instruction? Edward, now sweating profusely, quickly tried to fix the situation. "Of course! Your company hasn't pressured us at all, but we hold ourselves to high standards. We just want to do our best!" Harris glanced at Caleb's indifferent expression. It was almost unreadable except for the slight pressing of his lips that betrayed his annoyance. … The next day, Edward—having noticed the unusual attention Yasmin had drawn from the Grant Group higher-ups—deliberately sent her to deliver a document to Warren, ensuring she got some face time. Warren was no fool. Remembering yesterday's odd encounter between Caleb and Harris, he immediately decided to use this as an opportunity. After signing the document, he casually said, "Ms. Whitmore, this report has been reviewed, but it also requires Mr. Grant's approval. Could you please deliver it to the CEO's office?" Yasmin wanted to refuse, but after a few seconds, she reluctantly agreed. She was not about to get on the bad side of a major client as she was fearful of getting any complaints. Several minutes after she left, Warren suddenly realized something—he never told her where the CEO's office was. How could she know the way? He had no choice but to give Harris a call to explain the situation. "Oh, it's fine. I can see her," Harris replied, coincidentally seeing Yasmin stepping out of the elevator with a folder in hand. "That's great!" Warren ended the call but felt that something was off. He didn't even tell her where the CEO's office was. How did that young lady find it? How? He didn't know that in the entire Grant Tower, the CEO's office was the one place Yasmin was most familiar with. "Mrs. Grant!" Harris immediately walked over. Yasmin frantically checked her surroundings, making sure no one else was nearby. "Mr. Evans, please address me appropriately in the workplace environment." "Uhm… How should I address you now?" Harris asked, confused. "I… don't have an official title. Just call me Yasmin or Ms. Whitmore." Yasmin was fine with anything other than being called Mrs. Grant. There was no way Harris would even dare to address her by her first name. "Ms. Whitmore, you didn't go to the cafeteria yesterday. Was the food not to your liking, or—" "It's not what you think," Yasmin cut him off before he could imply anything else. "I just had work to do. I didn't want to rush things. This document here needs Mr. Grant's review. Could you pass it along?" Harris didn't dare take the document from her. "Mrs. Gra—I mean, Ms. Whitmore, external documents must be personally delivered. If Mr. Grant has any questions, he needs to discuss them directly with the responsible party." Yasmin narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious. However, she figured that Harris wouldn't mess around when it came to work, so she reluctantly walked toward the office to deliver the document herself. Harris knocked at the door and waited for a response before bringing Yasmin inside. "Sir, Mrs. Grant is here to deliver the document." Yasmin was baffled. Didn't he address her as Ms. Whitmore just a moment ago? Seeing how Yasmin was glaring at Harris, Caleb briefly froze at the unexpected sight. Caleb couldn't figure out what kind of document would require her personal delivery, so he asked, "Divorce papers?" "No…" Yasmin felt that a major misunderstanding was happening. "I forgot to bring our divorce papers. I'll try to remember that next time." Harris was exasperated. Silently, he left the room and closed the door behind him. "I'm here to deliver the document from our legal team." Yasmin respectfully handed the document to Caleb with both hands. "Mr. Grant, please review this file." Caleb sat with his legs crossed, leaning back against the leather chair in an effortlessly composed manner as he looked at Yasmin. This man had always been inscrutable, his thoughts impossible to read. From his posture to his expression, everything about him exuded the presence of someone in control—someone born to command. After a moment of thought, Yasmin quickly summarized the document's key points, fulfilling her responsibility as a legal consultant. As she presented her report, there was a distinct air of student-like formality about her—like a top student standing at the classroom podium, giving a well-prepared PowerPoint presentation. It was youthful, almost innocent. Yet her delivery was smooth and concise, a clear sign of her deep familiarity with the material. Caleb watched the woman sitting across his desk intently, his gaze deep and unreadable. After a moment, he lifted a hand and gestured. "Come here."