Back home, she had imagined an automobile company as a noisy warehouse filled with grease and tools.
This felt nothing like that.
It felt like stepping into the future.
For the first time since arriving in Dublin, she could picture herself working somewhere she would actually enjoy.
Then she remembered why she had left everything behind.
She hadn't come to Dublin to chase another glamorous life. She had come to disappear, to heal, and to live quietly.
Over the next week, Gregory brought up the same conversation every chance he got.
"I still think you're the right person for the job."
He looked at her for a moment before asking, "So... what's your decision?"
"I already told you no."
"Then I'll ask again tomorrow."
"You never give up, do you?"
He smiled. "Not when I know I'm right."
By the end of the week, Scarlet finally gave in.
"Fine," she said with a small sigh. "I'll accept the position."
"I knew you would."
