Benson had no objections. He wasn't some old-fashioned traditionalist who believed a couple had to get married just because they slept together. Matters of the heart required mutual affection, and he knew his sister had been in love with Quennel for years. This might even be the best way for her to handle it.
Quennel scoffed, a look of complete indifference on his face. “If she doesn't mind that my heart belongs to someone else, then fine. It's no skin off my back.”
Benson pursed his lips.
But he decided against saying anything. It was probably for the best to let Vivian stay by Quennel's side and see the truth for herself so she could finally give up.
Benson immediately called his sister to tell her the news. Vivian was ecstatic. “Quennel really agreed to date me? Where are you guys having dinner tonight? I'm on my way!”
…
Meanwhile, at another dinner table, Zachary was surprised to see Stephanie walk in.
Stephanie smiled. “Mr. Wright, our project manager’s wife just had their second baby, so he's on paternity leave. I'll be taking over this project.”
Zachary, ever the smooth operator, immediately started showering Stephanie with praise for her talent, remarking how her superiors must hold her in high regard to entrust such a major project to a new hire.
Throughout the dinner, he was practically fawning over her, refilling her wine and attending to her every need, doing everything short of getting on his knees and begging her to sign the contract.
Stephanie smiled and said, “To be honest, Mr. Wright, I've only just taken over, so I’m not yet familiar with the project's details. I’ll need to go back to the office tomorrow and review everything thoroughly before I make a decision.”
The unspoken message was that she wasn't signing. Zachary cursed her under his breath. You came from my company, how could you not know what we're capable of?
But he kept a smile plastered on his face and adopted a formal tone. “You’re absolutely right, Ms. Jackson. This is a significant project and deserves careful consideration. In that case, shall I have Hobart drive you home? Perhaps we can find another time to discuss this?”
“No, thank you. I've already called a car.”
Stephanie never accepted rides from other people, especially cars arranged by business partners. Not after her father and brother had died in one.

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