Chapter 63 Doesn’t Matter What Position It Is
After dinner, Miguel headed straight to Caroline’s room.
The door was ajar, so he simply walked in.
“Caroline,”
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At the sound of his voice, Caroline, who had been focused on her accounting at her desk, quickly closed her notebook and slipped it into the drawer.
She looked up at him, her tone flat. “What’s going on, Miguel?”
Miguel noticed her quick movements, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. “Are you secretly sketching designs again?”
The last time he’d caught Caroline sketching, he’d assumed she had a real passion for fashion design.
At the mention of this, Caroline just raised an eyebrow, offering no reply.
Miguel, unaffected, sat down on the stool beside her and continued. “I came to tell you that Liam has given you a spot at the company. He even set aside a position for you. Since you’re still into fashion design, it’s a great chance to join the factory. If you put in the effort, you could be the head designer in no time, just like Helen.”
“Hah!” Caroline suddenly laughed. “He told you he set aside a position for me? Do you even know what it is?”
She was starting to get fed up with Liam’s ridiculous antics.
A janitor’s position, and he claimed he reserved it for me.
What is he trying to pull?
Miguel’s smile slowly faded, and he looked more serious. “Does it matter what kind of job it is? If you’re not skilled enough right now, you can’t expect to jump to the top just because of connections. You need to start from the ground up and prove yourself.”
Everyone at the company, including Helen, started small.
Even Helen, with her fashion degree, began as a basic designer before working her way up to lead designer.
Miguel hadn’t expected Caroline to want to take shortcuts, and he found it disappointing.
Caroline scoffed. “So, you think ‘starting from the ground up‘ means cleaning toilets? Don’t tell me that cleaning toilets is supposed to be ‘building a foundation. How will that teach me anything about design?”
Miguel’s eyes widened in surprise, momentarily at a loss for words. “Cleaning toilets?”
Exactly the reaction Caroline had expected.
“Yeah. Liam told me about the position today—it’s sweeping floors. So, do you still think I should take it?” Caroline stared at him, waiting for an answer.
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Chapter 63 Doesn’t Matter What Position it is
Earlier, when Liam had mentioned a position for Caroline, Miguel had been relieved.
After all, we are still family.
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I thought no matter how much Liam disliked Caroline, he’d still look out for her.
But now I don’t know what to think.
Miguel sighed. “I didn’t know Liam had offered you such a job-”
Before he could finish, Caroline stood up. “Enough, Miguel. I’m tired and need to rest. Please leave.”
It’s the same thing all over again.
They listen to other people, then criticize and judge me.
She didn’t even want to see Miguel’s apologetic face right now.
Miguel, noticing her exhaustion, took a closer look at her.
Her face was tired, her eyes red. Something about it made his heart ache.
He had intended to say more, but now he realized there was nothing left to say.
As he reached the door, he paused and turned back. “I know delivering food must be tiring. Don’t do it tomorrow. I’ll talk to Liam and get him to find you an easier job.”
Caroline couldn’t help but find it laughable.
Now he knows how exhausting my job was?
Why didn’t he say anything before?
Is he only trying to make up for things now out of guilt?
But I don’t need his pity.
I won’t even accept Helen stepping down from her position as head designer for me.
After leaving her room, Miguel heard Liam laughing from the living room.
He followed the sound and found Liam with his arm around Helen, chatting and laughing together.
Miguel’s expression darkened, and he cleared his throat loudly, making Liam quickly pull his arm back.
“Miguel, how did the talk with Caroline go?”
Miguel didn’t answer right away. He sat down on the couch and asked, “You said you set aside a position for Caroline. What kind of position was it?”
Liam’s face stiffened at the question. After a pause, he responded, “Does it matter? It’s not like we’re not paying her. Besides, with her qualifications, she can only get an ordinary job.”
Miguel was fuming. It doesn’t matter what position it is?
