Chapter 13
Clara stood there, puzzled by what he’d meant with his last remark. It felt like he had more to say. She had a gut feeling that before losing her memory, she was really not keen on meeting Dylan. From what she’d gathered about her past antics, she probably hadn’t treated him well either. She rubbed her temples, letting out a deep sigh.
Late that night, she was jolted awake by the sound of some drunk pounding on a door outside. She wasn’t sure if it was her door they were banging on. She got up to listen more closely, but the noise eventually faded away.
The next moming. Clara got all her interview documents ready, wrote up a resume, and sent it over to the Ferguson Corporation. Within half an hour, she received a rejection text–no interview, nothing. But she didn’t give up. She kept applying to other departments, only to face rejection after rejection. Her qualifications were solid, so it was baffling that her resume wasn’t even making the cut
By noon, Megan had transferred a hundred and fifty thousand dollars to her, which was her commission from the night before. Clara’s eyes lit up, and she quickly called Aiden, whose number she had saved. She had a hunch that the guy who helped her out yesterday was Dylan, and Aiden was probably his assistant. She was nervous about calling Dylan directly.X
Aiden picked up almost immediately, sounding less than thrilled. “Ms. Clara.”
Clara tried to keep her voice calm and friendly. “Hey, Aiden, could you give me your bank account number? I want to send the money back to you?
Aiden’s tone was laced with sarcasm. Yesterday she couldn’t save a dime, and now she suddenly had money–clearly, this was all an act. He rattled off his account number, and she asked, “Oh, by the way, is Mr. Dylan free anytime soon? I’d like to take him out for dinner
She also wanted to ask why she wasn’t given a shot at Ferguson Corporation
“Ms. Clara, your game is obvious. Did Simon say something again? I’m guessing you’re trying to please your fiancé by stiming things up with Mr. Dylan?”
Clara felt like screaming. No one believed her amnesia was real. “If you don’t help, Ill just ask Mr. Dylan myself.”%
She had his number, after all
Aiden sighed heavily. “He’s not available. For the next month, he’s either in rehab or buried in work. He barely leaves the house.”
“Where does he live?” Clara asked.
Aiden hung up before she could get an answer. However, finding out where Dylan lived wasn’t hard–it was in Palm Bay.
That evening, as Clara was heading out to catch a cab, she spotted Quinn pulling up in a flashy sports car. Quinn stopped abruptly right. in front of her if she’d been any closer, she would have been knocked off her feet.
A cold determination flashed in Clara’s eyes as she watched Quinn step out of the car. Quinn was all dolled up, makeup flawless, and carrying a limited edition handbag, looking every inch a spoiled princess. The Bradford family might not have been top–tier in the Capital, but Clara and Simon grew up together because her mom, Naomi, was best friends with Simon’s mom.
Quinn flicked her hair with a gentle smile. “Hey, Clara, didn’t expect to see you here. Are you heading to Ferguson Corporation to wait for Simon?“:
Just seeing Quinn’s fake–friendly face made Clara uneasy. She hadn’t bothered with makeup today, and just had on a simple pair of jeans and a white top, but she still managed to look effortlessly chic.
Jealousy flickered in Quinn’s eyes as she smirked, “I’m having dinner with Simon. Want to join us? Oh, and after you left, Mom felt quilty about what happened on my birthday and got me a new car. Hope I didn’t scare you with that sudden stop,”
The old Clara would have crumbled, spiraled into anxiety and doubt, and maybe even acted out. But now, she just glanced at the car and smiled. “It suits you. “I
Quinn felt a bit deflated. “If you want to see Simon tonight, I can tell you where we’re dining.”
Clara raised an eyebrow. So all those times she’d crashed Simon and Quinn’s dates, was because Quinn had fed her the address on purpose? Quinn was just waiting for Clara to lose it so Simon would despise her even more. Then Quinn could play the innocent victim and have Simon’s sympathy all to herself. What a crafty little schemer.
