Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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My first major victory at Greaves Capital got me noticed by several department heads pretty quickly.
Evander Blake was the first to reach out.
At the celebration dinner, he walked over with a champagne flute in hand.
That devastatingly handsome face made no attempt to hide his admiration.
"Congratulations. The way you handled Hale Dynamics? Absolutely brilliant."
His smile faded slightly as he added:
"Dexter's face when you dropped that evidence? I'm gonna be laughing about that for months."
The corner of my mouth lifted: "Just got lucky."
Evander chuckled:
"That wasn't luck. That was skill."
He looked at me directly, his gaze open and straightforward:
"Greaves needs people with your kind of talent. If you ever need anything, just ask."
"Thanks, Evander."
I accepted his recognition without hesitation.
A few days later, I'd just finished a joint project meeting with Evander's department.
We were walking side by side, discussing some details in low voices.
"Evander, I think we should—"
My words were cut off by a disheveled figure blocking our path.
It was Callan.
He stood there rigid, staring at me with eyes full of hatred and desperation.
Evander stopped mid-step and smoothly positioned himself between Callan and me.
Callan lunged forward but got caught by security,
leaving him screaming at me from several feet away:
"Rowan! What's it gonna take for you to come back?"
"You won't be satisfied until you've destroyed my entire family?"
That's when he noticed Evander beside me. Jealousy turned his eyes bloodshot:
"Who the hell is this guy? Rowan, did you jump into bed with him already?"
He let out this bitter laugh:
"So that's the kind of whore you are! I see you clearly now!"
Evander's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
I caught his eye and signaled that I'd handle this.
I pulled my car keys from my purse and pressed the button.
In the distance, my Porsche's sharp headlights flashed to life.
I looked up, meeting Callan's gray, desperate face.
My voice was casual, like I was shooing away a stray dog:
"Mr. Thorne, you're blocking the way. Move."
Behind me, Callan tried to lunge forward again but security held him back.
His voice echoed after me:
"Rowan, please! I'll get on my knees, I'll give you my life!"
"Just come back, okay? I can't survive without you..."
I got in my car, the engine letting out a deep growl,
leaving everything and everyone far behind in my rearview mirror.
Evander Blake was the first to reach out.
At the celebration dinner, he walked over with a champagne flute in hand.
That devastatingly handsome face made no attempt to hide his admiration.
"Congratulations. The way you handled Hale Dynamics? Absolutely brilliant."
His smile faded slightly as he added:
"Dexter's face when you dropped that evidence? I'm gonna be laughing about that for months."
The corner of my mouth lifted: "Just got lucky."
Evander chuckled:
"That wasn't luck. That was skill."
He looked at me directly, his gaze open and straightforward:
"Greaves needs people with your kind of talent. If you ever need anything, just ask."
"Thanks, Evander."
I accepted his recognition without hesitation.
A few days later, I'd just finished a joint project meeting with Evander's department.
We were walking side by side, discussing some details in low voices.
"Evander, I think we should—"
My words were cut off by a disheveled figure blocking our path.
It was Callan.
He stood there rigid, staring at me with eyes full of hatred and desperation.
Evander stopped mid-step and smoothly positioned himself between Callan and me.
Callan lunged forward but got caught by security,
leaving him screaming at me from several feet away:
"Rowan! What's it gonna take for you to come back?"
"You won't be satisfied until you've destroyed my entire family?"
That's when he noticed Evander beside me. Jealousy turned his eyes bloodshot:
"Who the hell is this guy? Rowan, did you jump into bed with him already?"
He let out this bitter laugh:
"So that's the kind of whore you are! I see you clearly now!"
Evander's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
I caught his eye and signaled that I'd handle this.
I pulled my car keys from my purse and pressed the button.
In the distance, my Porsche's sharp headlights flashed to life.
I looked up, meeting Callan's gray, desperate face.
My voice was casual, like I was shooing away a stray dog:
"Mr. Thorne, you're blocking the way. Move."
Behind me, Callan tried to lunge forward again but security held him back.
His voice echoed after me:
"Rowan, please! I'll get on my knees, I'll give you my life!"
"Just come back, okay? I can't survive without you..."
I got in my car, the engine letting out a deep growl,
leaving everything and everyone far behind in my rearview mirror.
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