Chapter 5 How Convenien

This man was right. Cristelle would feel like an idiot if she turned him down right now. She saw a contract lying on the desk before her. She took the contract and had a good look. Nothing on that contract seemed illegal or like a trap. Was she really that lucky? The payment finally made her yield. Whatever Linford Bradley's intention was, Cristelle knew she really needed the money. She took a deep breath and put the contract in her purse, "Thank you so much for offering me such a good job, Sir. I will work really hard in the Fashion Department." Linford was facing the prime view from his floor-to-ceiling window, "I'm glad you made the right choice, Miss Friesley. And... You don't need to thank me. You earned this job." Cristelle still felt light-headed as she walked out of the CEO's office. "Miss Friesley, this is your workstation. From today, you'll be a part of the B-team in your department. This is your ID card. The cafeteria is on the second floor, and you may have your lunch there," Alfred explained as he took her to her office. "Thank you so much for walking me here. By the way, you can just call me Cristelle," Cristelle smiled at the handsome young man. Alfred smiled back, his tone polite, "You don't need to thank me, Cristelle. Boss is the one who arranged all this." Cristelle was stunned. Boss was the one who arranged all this? Did Linford Bradley arrange everything for her in person? Was this man treating all his employees this way? He would be exhausted. The assistant nodded at Cristelle politely before leaving. Cristelle still felt surreal as she sat before her desk and flicked open her laptop. After what happened to her family years ago, she had never dreamt of having a chance to get her ideal job. Cristelle was thrilled and wanted to share her happiness with her babies immediately. But what was with this weird CEO? Why did he seem to care about her so much? Cristelle couldn't wrap her head around it. Cristelle went online to do some research. It was quite strange because there was a lot of news about the Daicom Corporation but almost nothing about Linford Bradley. It was pretty apparent that this man valued his privacy very much. Linford Bradley... Cristelle chewed on this name as she searched her memories. Finally, she remembered her father once mentioned this Bradley family to her before. The Bradley family was the most powerful house in the city. This house was one of the country's wealthiest families and connected with big political figures. In a way, the Bradley house basically had Blue Field City in its pocket. Everyone feared their name, yet they still wanted to forge a connection with Bradley. The Bradley house had remained rather low-key. Cristelle wondered if he arranged for her to work here because she knew he was seeking therapeutic treatment. Rich people value their privacy very much. Maybe he hired her to keep her mouth shut. That bolt of the scar on his wrist flashed in Cristelle's memories again. What could possibly make this rich and handsome man resort to an extremity like that? He had everything any man could ever want. Cristelle started to have a headache straining her brain for this issue. She decided to take a break and focus on her job. Meanwhile, in the CEO's office, Linford leaned back on his chair, narrowing his eyes as he ordered, "Alfred, go to Cristelle's hometown and check out her background. Be as specific as possible. And do not tell anyone about this." Alfred was his most trusted assistant. The young assistant nodded, "Yes, Sir." Alfred didn't know why his boss was so curious about Cristelle. But this girl was definitely quite important. Linford took out a photograph from his drawer. He looked at it for a long time, letting out a long sigh. And then he threw it back into the drawer and locked it up again. What happened five years ago? How come he couldn't even bear recalling any of those memories? Why did everything change so drastically after he woke up? Linford still had no clues, but he knew he needed answers. Cristelle sat at the corner of the FD office. She had majored in designing and couture-making before her father was imprisoned. After that, she dropped out of school. Fashion had always been her passion. Cristelle couldn't explain how lucky she felt to be given a second chance. She would hold on to this opportunity. And this time, no one would be able to take her drama away. Cristelle took out her notebook and started to scratch it, trying to take her ideas down on the paper. There were a total of three teams in the department. Team A was working on the 20th floor. A famous designer led this Team. The rest of the Team were just her assistants. Team B and Team C were on the 13th floor. These two teams were about the same level and doing the same job. They only handled samples because major fashion designs were usually Team A's job. But if you worked hard enough in B and C, you would also get the chance to work in Team A one day. Daicom Corporation was the largest enterprise in Blue Field City. It had many branches and businesses, but fashion was undoubtedly its core business. Every designer dreamt of working here. That was why Cristelle still couldn't believe her luck. She sat on her chair, scribbling on her draft book nonstop. She didn't even realize that it was already lunchtime. Meanwhile, the members of Team B were gossiping in the cafeteria. "Hey, what's going on with that new girl? How come Alfred brought her here himself?" Izzy poked at her spaghetti with a fork frustratingly as she asked. Juliette shrugged, "I just heard that she was introduced to Mr. Bradley by Dr. Weston. I'm sure she must be quite close to Dr. Weston." "Really?" One of the other colleagues gasped, "Could she be his relative then?" Juliette scoffed, "What relative? When did you hear our boss allowing any special treatment for his friend's relatives? That woman at least has to be Dr. Weston's girlfriend for Mr. Bradley to make an exception. All of us went through hell to get to where we are right now, and this woman just spent several nights with the right person to get what she wanted. How convenient!"