Jay's POV
The idea Kiefer mentioned yesterday kept replaying in my mind.
Working at Watson Enterprises.
It sounded impossible.
I was just a girl who worked at a café. People like me didn't work in huge companies owned by powerful families.
The next day in college, Kiefer was already sitting under the tree near the garden when I arrived.
"Good morning, Jay," he said with a small smile.
"Good morning," I replied, sitting beside him.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he suddenly said, "Did you think about what I said yesterday?"
I knew exactly what he meant.
"About working at your company?" I asked.
He nodded.
I laughed nervously. "Kiefer… that was just a joke, right?"
"I wasn't joking," he said calmly.
I looked at him, surprised.
"But I don't have experience," I said. "And your company is huge. They wouldn't accept someone like me."
Kiefer leaned back in his chair.
"They would if I say so," he replied.
I shook my head quickly. "No, no… I don't want people to think I got the job because I know you."
He looked at me quietly for a moment.
"You're stubborn," he said.
I smiled. "Maybe."
Then he sighed lightly.
"Fine," he said. "Then apply normally."
I blinked. "Apply?"
"Yes," he said. "Watson Enterprises always has internship positions for students."
My eyes widened.
"Really?"
He nodded.
"But only if you want to," he added.
I stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.
Working there could help my family.
But it also felt scary.
Finally, I nodded slowly.
"I'll try."
For the first time, Kiefer's smile became wider.
"Good," he said.
Kiefer's POV
A few days later, Jay came to the company building for the interview.
I watched quietly from my office window as she entered the building.
She looked small compared to the huge glass tower of Watson Enterprises.
But somehow, she still walked in bravely.
I was about to go downstairs when the office door suddenly opened.
My mother walked in.
"Why is that girl here?" she asked coldly.
I already knew who she was talking about.
"She applied for an internship," I said calmly.
My mother's expression immediately changed.
"That poor café girl?" she said with clear disgust.
I frowned.
"She has a name. Jay."
"She does not belong here," my mother said sharply. "Girls like her only come near rich families for money."
My jaw tightened.
"You don't even know her."
"I know her type," she replied coldly.
Then she turned toward the door.
"End this nonsense before it becomes a problem," she said before leaving.
I stayed silent for a moment.
Then I looked down through the glass window again.
Jay was standing in the lobby, nervously holding her file and waiting for the interview.
And for the first time, I realized something.
If she enters this world…
My family will become her biggest enemy.