Silvia hadn’t expected this: the Ashford Group didn’t calculate bonuses based on a project’s final profit. Instead, everything depended on how much one contributed during the work itself.
Was that good or bad? She couldn’t say. Either way, there was no room for her to argue.
She pressed her lips together, then asked, “So, if I understand you correctly, I can’t do anything for now?”
“…That’s about right,” Amy replied, pausing for a moment before continuing, “But don’t worry, Silvia. If there’s a suitable project, I’ll make sure you’re involved. All you need to do is wait patiently. Besides, you’re Miss Ashford—Even if you sit around and do nothing here, it’s not a problem for anyone. Isn’t that a good thing?”
A good thing?
Silvia listened to Amy’s words and suddenly realized she’d misjudged her. She’d thought Amy was a strong, capable woman. Clearly, she’d been wrong.
There was nothing left to discuss.
Without another word, Silvia turned and left the office.
Amy watched Silvia’s retreating figure, her hands tightening slightly on the desk.
Only people like Silvia—born into privilege—could afford to see life as easy. Even if she did nothing at all, her status as the Ashford heiress would guarantee her a comfortable place here. With that kind of security, why compete with others for projects?
And yet…
What really bothered Amy was Silvia’s talent for design. Born into wealth, smart, and gifted—how could someone’s life be so perfectly arranged?
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