After the chaos in the store finally died down and the last customer left with lingering whispers still pricking his ears, Jeremy was finally able to exhale. The shelves were messy, a display rack was tilted, and several products were scattered everywhere, but none of that was the real problem.What weighed on his mind was the fact that his store had already entered the radar of the Hargreaves family and Lucas.From his previous life, he knew the Hargreaves were like leeches, once they latched onto someone, they would drain them dry until satisfied.And Lucas… although he had some capability, his arrogance and sense of superiority alone were enough to cause Jeremy all kinds of trouble.Too many eyes were now on him. And Jeremy had no intention of wasting his time dealing with such annoying complications.“If this keeps up, this little store will only drag me down faster,” he thought.He leaned against the counter, massaging the bridge of his nose. He knew exactly what he had to do.Ri

The next morning, before Jeremy could leave for his shop, a message came in from Thomas.[Come to the Spielberg Group headquarters at 9 AM. Don’t be late.]That was all. No signature. No additional words.If he hadn’t saved the number, he wouldn’t even know it was from his father.Still, a faint smile appeared on Jeremy’s lips.This is fast…He arrived right on time. The moment he stepped into the skyscraper owned by his family, there was no special welcome. No one recognized his face except a few senior employees who had seen him as a teenager, yet even they were unsure, because he now looked older, calmer, and sharper.And none of them dared greet him.When he entered a small meeting room, Thomas was already waiting, seated with his hands folded.Hannah was there too, standing beside her husband, as if trying to make sure things didn’t become too harsh.But Thomas was still Thomas.He looked at Jeremy with an expression so flat it left no room to breathe.“Starting today, you will w

The clicking sound came from a man with thin glasses and the annoying expression of someone who considered himself the most senior in the room. His name was Xion, a third-year junior analyst. From the way he glanced at Naomi, it was obvious he was a devoted admirer of the pretty girl.Xion leaned against the desk beside him, arms crossed, looking Jeremy up and down as if assessing a cheap item on display.“Naomi kindly offered to help you, and you actually turned her down,” he said with a mocking tone. “New interns should be grateful when seniors pay them attention, especially a senior as pretty as her.”A few people nearby pretended to be busy while clearly listening in.Naomi looked slightly uncomfortable. “Xion, I was just—”“I know, Naomi.” Xion cut her off, acting overly superior yet eager to flatter her.“You’re just too kind. But some people simply… don’t know their place.”His gaze returned to Jeremy devoid of friendliness, let alone kindness. Only irritation and a hint of dis

Some still looked at him with doubt, as if Jeremy’s earlier performance was nothing more than luck. But on the other hand, many had quietly begun treating him more kindly. Besides, Jeremy’s demeanor was pleasant enough to talk to.Some smiled when he passed by, others gave him small nods, and two members of the analyst team even gathered the courage to approach him during lunch break.“Jeremy, want to join us at the cafeteria?” said one of them, a bespectacled guy named Rick.“Come meet the rest of the team. Usually new interns turn into lost puppies when they eat alone.”“Exactly. We’re not mean, I promise. It’s just Xion who is… well, you’ve seen him,” added the other.Jeremy gave a small smile. The invitation was simple, but he knew it had big implications. If he wanted to bring the Spielberg Group to the next level, he couldn’t focus only on reports and numbers. He needed to understand the people from the bottom all the way to the top. Their complaints, their dynamics, and the hid

President’s OfficeThomas closed a thick stack of documents and leaned back in his chair, his face tired after back-to-back meetings since morning. Yet there was still one thing bothering him.“How about that new intern?” he asked flatly, though the sharpness in his eyes showed he was paying full attention.“Jeremy. From the analyst division.”The person addressed, the head of the junior team, Mr. Andro, took a brief breath before answering, clearly unwilling to speak carelessly in front of the company president.“To be honest, sir… his performance is beyond expectations.”Thomas’s brows lifted slightly. He wasn’t exactly surprised, but definitely intrigued.“Oh? Explain.”Andro then recounted everything from start to finish—how Jeremy was initially underestimated, how Xion tried to test him with a task far above intern level, how Jeremy completed it in less than an hour, without any help, and the result… was nearly perfect.Andro wasn’t exaggerating, but he couldn’t help praising thi