Chapter 20 Doing a Good Job

Calvin agreed to let me file for work injury compensation, and I had no intention of cutting him any slack on that. I had my own reasons this time. Something about the way Calvin looked at me today felt different. It was almost like a flashback to old times. That night, I arranged all the receipts and sent them straight to the finance department. It took Jean Barrymore a full half hour to respond to my WhatsApp message. "Is this your medical record? Did Mr. Pierce agree to cover the expenses?" "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow," I texted back. I could already picture the finance department's shock since no one at the company knew about my illness. Jean, a veteran at Pierce Group, had been handpicked by Calvin's grandfather, Albert Pierce, to be a trusted confidante. I trusted her completely and knew she wouldn't breathe a word to anyone else. Besides, if Calvin did ask her, she'd undoubtedly tell him the truth. I held my phone gently, my eyes lingering on the conversation between Cal