Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Mrs. Westwood, the boss really has no free time soon. He just completed a major acquisition, and the new company has a mess of accounts to sort through.”
Amber fell silent. She knew Blake was busy-so busy these past three years that he’d forgotten their wedding anniversary, her birthday, and every holiday she’d spent alone at home.
“Fine, if he returns, could you please call and let me know?”
“Of course, Mrs. Westwood. No need to be so formal.”
Amber hung up, watching the flow of people at the registry office. Newly married couples beamed with joy, while divorced couples passed each other like strangers, as if the other were some disgusting maggot best avoided.
She pulled out her phone and began scrolling through nearby job listings. She’d already prepared her resume-finding work was her priority now.
She’d majored in vocal performance in college, but after what happened to Sophia, she’d developed a fear of singing. She couldn’t bring herself to sing a single note anymore, rendering her degree useless.
With lowered lashes, she methodically browsed through companies, eventually finding a mid-sized firm seeking a director’s assistant. The posting listed no professional requirements-only specifications for height, weight, and appearance.
Within three minutes of submitting her resume, they called back requesting an interview that afternoon.
Having never worked before, Amber didn’t understand the nuances of the job market, initially suspecting some kind of scam.
When she finally sat before the interviewer, the woman glanced at her appearance and nodded. “When can you start?”
Amber was surprised. “But you haven’t asked about my qualifications.”
“You studied music-what skills could you possibly have? This position just requires accompanying the director to business events. The pay is good, but it’s a youth-dependent job. Think about it.”
‘I’ll take it.”
she was led through the onboarding process, only to discover the director was someone she knew.
Three years ago, shortly after marrying Blake, she had encountered this director who had been an executive at Westwood Industries. He hadn’t recognized her at a business dinner, mistaking her for a waitress, and had attempted to force a kiss on her before Blake caught him.
Later, she heard he’d offended someone at the company and been fired.
The man was Zach Pratt, now examining her resume on his computer.
‘I thought I was seeing things. Aren’t you Blake Westwood’s woman? Coming to my little company for work is quite surprising. What happened-did Westwood Jump you?”
Zach’s gaze remained intensely focused on her as he slowly closed his laptop. “I’ve heard your husband hasn’t been coming home much these past three years. How could he bear to neglect you?”
Amber was genuinely beautiful, quietly stunning in a way that captivated more with each glance.
She stood in the office wearing simple jeans and a white top, looking as pure and delicate as a water lily.
“Director Pratt.”
She called out, thinking if Zach had other intentions, she would decline the job.
But Zach merely snorted coldly, his gaze appraising her. “Twenty thousand a month, accompanying me to business functions, preparing various documents. Can you drive?
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Yes.”
“Perfect. Having the mighty Westwood CEO’s wife as my driver-what an honor.”
“I’m divorcing Blake.”
Zach narrowed his eyes, smiling. “I see. Otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman be let out? You can start immediately. Tonight you’ll accompany me to a business dinner. I’ll advance half your salary-how’s that sound?”
Zach had somehow sensed her financial need, and he’d guessed correctly.
Amber lowered her lashes, saying simply, “Alright.”
Someone quickly guided her through the procedures and assigned her a workstation.
Amber felt feverish, growing increasingly warm.
Near the end of the workday, Zach called her to his office and tossed her car keys. “From now on, you’ll be my driver and assistant. Let’s go-I’ll send you my upcoming schedule.”
“Yes, Director Pratt.”
She gripped the keys, walked to the underground parking garage, found his car, opened his door, then took her place in the driver’s seat.
Zach was on the phone, boasting to someone: “Haha, you won’t believe who I hired as my assistant. Remember Blake Westwood?”
Everyone in NY knew Blake Westwood. Even before the Westwoods found him, he was already notable-a devastatingly handsome self-made businessman who
had made quite a name for himself.
After returning to his family, gaining elite status, he became even more prominent.
Though he’d kept a low profile these recent years, focusing on business and avoiding interviews, gradually fading from public view.
But within NY’s social circles, everyone knew him.
Despite operating in a lower business tier, Zach had once been a Westwood executive, accumulating some connections.
That’s right, his wife is now my driver! Haha, remember how arrogant he was back then?”
The car stopped at a prestigious hotel entrance. Amber parked and opened Zach’s door.
True to his word, Zach had already transferred $10,000 to her account.
Being verbally humiliated by him was nothing compared to the treatment she’d received in Blake’s social circle. She’d long become immune.
the diligently performed her assistant duties, reaching out to press the elevator button for Zach, only to find people already inside-Blake and Devon.
Devon’s eyes flashed with surprise before quickly glancing at Blake, not daring to speak.
Amber didn’t initiate a greeting, though Zach did. “Mr. Westwood, what a coincidence.”
Blake’s presence was overwhelming. Though the spacious elevator held just four people, it felt suffocatingly crowded.
Zach stepped in first, smiling. “Assistant Chase, coming in? Do I need to formally invite you?”
Only then did Amber enter, pressing the fifth floor button.
The fifth floor housed business dining rooms-expensive, though the seventh floor cost more and remained inaccessible to most.
Blake was headed to the seventh floor.
When they reached the fifth floor, Amber moved to follow Zach out, but heard Blake say, “Devon.”
Devon tensed, awaiting his boss’s instruction.
But Blake appeared to have only spoken the name.
Amber hesitated briefly before continuing toward the elevator exit. The doors closed immediately.
Devon felt as if a mountain pressed on his head. He swallowed nervously. “I’ll investigate right away.”
He meant investigating why Mrs. Westwood was here with Zach.
This was the same Zach who had once nearly forced himself on her, causing Blake to erupt in anger and forcefully remove him.
Reaching the seventh floor, Blake stepped out. “Don’t bother. If she wants to degrade herself, let her.”
After all, sleeping with random men wasn’t something she hadn’t done before.
Devon dared not comment further, following behind him.
Meanwhile, Zach opened their private room door, greeting those inside.
“Sorry everyone, ran into an acquaintance in the elevator, which delayed us a few minutes.”
These were his current business partners, all from relatively small companies,
Someone joked, “Director Pratt, your new assistant is quite the looker. With those looks, she’s wasting her talents not being a celebrity.”
Zach preened. “She wouldn’t lower herself to mere celebrity status.”
The middle-aged men began making crude jokes, their gazes continuously roaming over Amber.
Amber kept her lashes lowered, pretending not to notice.
Zach lifted his chin. “Go pour Mr. Holbrook a drink. He’s been eyeing you this whole time.”
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