Reborn, He Still Hated Me

n spearheading the City Center development for two years. Changing lea

via is the future of Harrington Holdings by my side. Are y

ed-use development meant to redefine a whole district. In my previous life, my design for it

ew its i

ies, knocked on my door. "Ms. Baker, Mr. Harri

oking tired. He gestured for me to sit. His finge

need to discu

ington," I interrupted, my

'd championed me, mentored me. But now, faced with his son's ultimatum, his ha

ject... you've poured so much into it

inished for him. "He's stubbo

understand, M

large portfolio and a sleek, platinum f

, digital models, and contact lists for the City Center project. T

him when I'd first been named a senior designer, engraved with the Harrington crest. It was a symbol, passed down, signif

was still in my desk

lm face, words uns

. Harrington, thank you for everythin

James strode in, Olivia Mor

dn't even glance at me, hea

portfolio and the pen towards James.

e platinum pen from the desk, her fingers closing around it pos

e Alistair fr

I said s

, don't tell me you're

, unmarked folder from my bag. "T

ing department, the delicate negotiations with the transport authority regarding the subway line rerout

pages. His frown deepened. These were complex, high-stakes issues. If mishandl

, my tone neutral, "I'm sure she'l

from a small liberal arts college. She knew nothing about large-scale urban d

, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

project had relied on my innovative designs and my