Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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On my first day at Greaves Capital, I got thrown right into the Hale Dynamics acquisition project.
This was the same deal that Thorne Corp had been working on before Sable completely tanked it.
Their series of screw-ups had totally burned their bridge with Greaves.
Looking at all the familiar data, I clenched my fists.
After the meeting, project director Marissa Greaves asked me to stay behind.
"Rowan," she leaned back in her chair, eyes sharp with meaning,
"You played that exit from Thorne Corp beautifully."
I was caught off guard—didn't expect her to be so direct.
Marissa smiled with this knowing look:
"It's a small world in this business. That Thorne kid and his little secretary made quite the scene. Hard to miss."
Then she shifted gears:
"Greaves only cares about results. If you've got the skills, are you willing to take this case on?"
I met Marissa's gaze head-on:
"Marissa, when I left Thorne Corp, I had no intention of going back."
"Perfect!" Marissa slammed her hand on the desk and stood up:
"That's exactly why I picked you. Go get 'em!"
Callan obviously found out pretty quick that I was handling the project at Greaves.
Right after I left the office, I got an anonymous text.
The whole thing reeked of desperate threats:
"Rowan! You're ruthless! How dare you steal my project?"
"Push me too far and I'll expose all your dirty tricks! Nobody's gonna come out of this clean!"
I read it with zero expression, then deleted it.
The moment I walked out of Thorne Corp, the Thorne family's fate was already sealed.
Then I got a call from a number I really wasn't expecting.
Callan's mother, Lorraine.
"Hello, Mrs. Thorne." My voice was polite but distant.
Her voice was soft but couldn't hide the exhaustion:
"Rowan, dear. Just getting off work? Have you eaten?"
"Just finished work. Is there something you need?" I cut right to it.
She clearly wasn't expecting me to be so cold. There was a pause.
She sighed:
"I know Callan screwed up. I'm apologizing for him, but Thorne Corp is really struggling right now..."
"I know this is asking a lot, but could you please help Callan? You're the only one who might be able to convince Greaves to go easy on us..."
I thought back over the past eight years, remembering how this privileged woman had constantly tried to "guide" me.
Always reminding me to know my place, to focus on keeping Callan happy.
"Rowan, why work so hard? Leave the business stuff to the men."
"A woman should focus on being a good wife and mother!"
"You see? It's because you don't know how to take care of him that Callan's pulling away!"
My voice stayed perfectly calm, like I was stating facts about strangers:
"Mrs. Thorne, you're giving me too much credit."
"I don't have the power to save Thorne Corp. You should probably look elsewhere for help."
"Rowan! You—"
Lorraine's voice shot up, like she wanted to say more.
"Sorry, Mrs. Thorne, I have to go. Goodbye."
As the city lights started twinkling on, I looked out at all those windows glowing in the darkness.
Once upon a time, I'd spent countless hours dreaming about building a warm home with Callan.
But he'd smashed those dreams to pieces himself, and there was no putting them back together.
This was the same deal that Thorne Corp had been working on before Sable completely tanked it.
Their series of screw-ups had totally burned their bridge with Greaves.
Looking at all the familiar data, I clenched my fists.
After the meeting, project director Marissa Greaves asked me to stay behind.
"Rowan," she leaned back in her chair, eyes sharp with meaning,
"You played that exit from Thorne Corp beautifully."
I was caught off guard—didn't expect her to be so direct.
Marissa smiled with this knowing look:
"It's a small world in this business. That Thorne kid and his little secretary made quite the scene. Hard to miss."
Then she shifted gears:
"Greaves only cares about results. If you've got the skills, are you willing to take this case on?"
I met Marissa's gaze head-on:
"Marissa, when I left Thorne Corp, I had no intention of going back."
"Perfect!" Marissa slammed her hand on the desk and stood up:
"That's exactly why I picked you. Go get 'em!"
Callan obviously found out pretty quick that I was handling the project at Greaves.
Right after I left the office, I got an anonymous text.
The whole thing reeked of desperate threats:
"Rowan! You're ruthless! How dare you steal my project?"
"Push me too far and I'll expose all your dirty tricks! Nobody's gonna come out of this clean!"
I read it with zero expression, then deleted it.
The moment I walked out of Thorne Corp, the Thorne family's fate was already sealed.
Then I got a call from a number I really wasn't expecting.
Callan's mother, Lorraine.
"Hello, Mrs. Thorne." My voice was polite but distant.
Her voice was soft but couldn't hide the exhaustion:
"Rowan, dear. Just getting off work? Have you eaten?"
"Just finished work. Is there something you need?" I cut right to it.
She clearly wasn't expecting me to be so cold. There was a pause.
She sighed:
"I know Callan screwed up. I'm apologizing for him, but Thorne Corp is really struggling right now..."
"I know this is asking a lot, but could you please help Callan? You're the only one who might be able to convince Greaves to go easy on us..."
I thought back over the past eight years, remembering how this privileged woman had constantly tried to "guide" me.
Always reminding me to know my place, to focus on keeping Callan happy.
"Rowan, why work so hard? Leave the business stuff to the men."
"A woman should focus on being a good wife and mother!"
"You see? It's because you don't know how to take care of him that Callan's pulling away!"
My voice stayed perfectly calm, like I was stating facts about strangers:
"Mrs. Thorne, you're giving me too much credit."
"I don't have the power to save Thorne Corp. You should probably look elsewhere for help."
"Rowan! You—"
Lorraine's voice shot up, like she wanted to say more.
"Sorry, Mrs. Thorne, I have to go. Goodbye."
As the city lights started twinkling on, I looked out at all those windows glowing in the darkness.
Once upon a time, I'd spent countless hours dreaming about building a warm home with Callan.
But he'd smashed those dreams to pieces himself, and there was no putting them back together.
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