On the second day, Thursday, Eleanor was able to go to work.
When she arrived at the garage, the new driver was also on duty.
"My surna is Harrison; Miss Eleanor can call Mr. Harrison."
Eleanor shook Mr. Harrison’s hand, a man in his forties with a clean-shaven head, not tall, fit, with bright eyes and callused hands.
She glanced at the butler, "Has Mr. Harrison served in the military before?"
The butler replied, but Mr. Harrison remained silent.
Ordinary people would at least introduce themselves or ask, "How did you know?"
Mr. Harrison’s silence could either be a sign of Cillian Grant’s instructions to monitor her or his natural temperant.
Eleanor’s heart sank.
Her previous driver, Lewis, had been instructed by Cillian Grant to watch her, but Lewis loved smoking. She caught him several tis with smoke in the car and never reported him, causing him to ease his attitude automatically.
If not for running into Damian Sinclair due to a traffic jam, Cillian Grant would not have noticed Lewis turning a blind eye.
Unlike Lewis, Mr. Harrison’s military-trained reticence was different; dutiful, single-minded, trained in obedience as a command in the army.
Arriving at the company, Eleanor was more certain, on the way she shifted topics from children to midlife crisis, even discussing mature widows, hitting the heart of a forty-year-old man.
Mr. Harrison, except for nodding and shaking his head, seed unable to speak.
Just when she was preparing to leave, the driver changed to soone like him, which added insult to injury.
Eleanor felt disheartened, maintaining a smile as she squeezed into her workspace from the elevator, just as her computer started, the secretary from the headquarters suddenly graced her, "Eleanor Grant, please co to the headquarters office."
Eleanor was at the end of her internship, except for her reluctance to work overti, all her professional abilities and interpersonal skills were perfect, unanimously approved by the project team to keep her among the interns.
The team manager couldn’t help but ask, "Secretary Holloway, what’s the matter? Is Eleanor not acting properly and caught soone’s eye?"
As long as there is workplace negotiation, the project departnt competing for projects, it ends with bloodshed, whichever group recruits a competent candidate, other groups guard against it, it’s an old topic.
Secretary Holloway smiled flawlessly, "Good news, President Byron wants to see her."
Eleanor was full of confusion.
When she joined this company, she deliberately investigated, The Byron Group originated in The North and established this Stonewell Southern Construction Branch a year ago in the South, their operating range overlapped with Grant Group yet didn’t interfere.
Nothing else, not qualified enough, a case of Grant Group dining at the table and them picking up the leftovers.
President Byron, sent by The Byron Family to open the market, was the third daughter from a secondary house, two years older than her, not exceptionally skilled, so the performance was lukewarm this year.
Suddenly wanting to see her, did they find out her identity? Or did Cillian Grant contact them?
Eleanor imdiately denied it, Cillian Grant wouldn’t care about her career.
Following Secretary Holloway upstairs, it seed President Byron had been waiting for her a long ti; as soon as Eleanor entered the room, she pointed at a chair, "Sit."
Eleanor rembered President Byron’s full na, Cecilia Byron, a na with a hint of Hong Kong flair.
At first glance, the person matched her na; slim and competent, shoulder-length short hair, bright eyes, not hiding the ambition in them, a strong sense of elite.
The second generation focused on career.
Eleanor sat down, quietly waiting for her to start.
"The company is competing for a major contract from Grant Group. The project departnt has reorganized a special team for this, and now it’s the final sprint stage. We are understaffed. Manager Lynch recomnded you to ."
Cecilia Byron got straight to the point, "I reviewed the two projects you handled during your internship, your basics are solid, and your ideas are good. If you agree to join the special team, you will imdiately be a regular employee with a team leader level salary."
Eleanor confird that her relationship with The Grant Family had been discovered.
It seed Cecilia Byron saw through her thoughts but did not reveal them, "You can think carefully, besides the project rush, the last half month requires overti, which will be tiring, but the bonus is substantial, and upon completion, there will be a promotion."
Eleanor’s heart was moved, working overti...
If there was an unavoidable necessity for overti, it could serve as an excuse, greatly increasing her ti outside.
First, it would give her ti to ponder the escape route, and secondly, avoid Cillian Grant, she had already pretended to be having nstrual pains for a week, using this excuse on Cillian Grant again wouldn’t work.
"Personally, I’m willing to join the special team, but I’m afraid my abilities may not et President Byron’s expectations."
The boundary that distinguishes wealthy families fosters their daughters; perhaps they may not excel in other things, but they certainly excel in conversation.
This ability refers to her impact on The Grant Family; the project team envisions her identity with The Grant Family.
But Eleanor felt unsure; if it were a Grant Group project, and it didn’t require Cillian Grant’s personal review, senior executives mostly know her and would likely show a little courtesy.
If Cillian Grant personally inspected, she would be more of help not being involved.
Cecilia Byron waved her hand boldly, "Expectations are expectations; I understand project risks."
So this was about gambling.
Eleanor was escorted by Secretary Holloway to the HR departnt to sign the formal employnt contract.
Her workspace changed from downstairs to upstairs; the team leader of the special group was nad Milo, a person with a Buddha-like cheerful deanor.
It wasn’t that Eleanor nicknad people upon eting; the team leader’s real na was Milo Miller, and he introduced himself as Jolly God. The nickna was used by all team mbers.
In addition, there were The Great Yellow-Horned Immortal, Moon Lord, Black Impermanence, and White Impermanence. It was the first ti she saw workplace nicknas based on surnas to resemble gods.
But when in Ro, Eleanor’s first task upon formal employnt was actually to search for Investiture of the Gods online to assign herself a deity.
.........
When Elaine White ca to find her, Eleanor was still troubled by this matter.
"Seeing you able to co to work today, I’m relieved." Elaine White let out a breath, "That silly Damian Sinclair actually ca looking for the director of my family’s hospital right under Cillian Grant’s nose. Fortunately, I had given them a heads up, or else he would have dragged down this ti."
Eleanor already knew, and could think of Cillian Grant’s unusually gloomy expression during his physical examination, probably because of this.
Also, the ti Phoebe Grant caught them, he went upstairs to interrogate her, asking if she had seen Elaine or Damian Sinclair.
At that ti, she thought he was asking about her secretly taking leave to go to the hospital, yet the question at the tea house yesterday when he asked Damian Sinclair was when she realized that the ti she saw Elaine was also known, despite deliberately sending the driver away.
Eleanor suddenly realized, besides the pregnancy, she couldn’t conceal anything from Cillian Grant.
His plot and thods were simply chilling.
"Mr. Bolton’s car accident, you had a stroke of luck yesterday."
Eleanor sat by the flower bed, swinging her legs, "Seeking life amidst death, how can it last?"
"True enough." Elaine White sighed, "So what do you plan to do next?"
"Run away." Eleanor replied listlessly, "Damian Sinclair knows I’m pregnant now, his eyes make feel he is brewing sothing big. As for Cillian Grant, I’m truly afraid of him, with three eyes on his forehead and an unimaginable heart, can’t outplay him, just need to run."
Elaine White struggled to accept it, "Run where? If you decide to leave The Grant Family, why not settle in a small town? Why act as if escaping from feudal society?"
It felt exactly like running for her life.
Eleanor weakly glanced at her, "Did you forget Cillian Grant is planning a marriage alliance with ? He’s playing with a billion with ; if I choose to leave The Grant Family, isn’t it asking for death?"
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