Ever since Jasper had crossed paths with Stella, he’d found himself on the losing end, time and again.
If he weren’t the son of the Wilkinson Group’s CEO—and if not for Haynes's help—he’d have been finished long ago.
It wasn’t until Haynes pointed it out that Jasper finally snapped out of it.
Compared to his so-called “buddies,” Haynes was obviously far more important.
But Jasper still couldn’t get over the fact that, last night, Stella had threatened to expose his friends right in front of them. And then, this morning, she’d actually gone through with it.
Still, he didn’t want this mess to drag Haynes down or hurt the company’s reputation.
Jasper understood the stakes well enough.
He apologized, “Haynie, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I just didn’t want their problems to affect you, so I asked you to get the search results taken down.”
Haynes’s voice was cool and steady. “If you really don’t want their mess tied to us, taking the news down isn’t the solution. On the contrary, we need to make a public statement—draw a clear line and make it known we have nothing to do with them.”
Jasper replied instantly, “Understood. I’ll have someone take care of it right away.”
…
Meanwhile, Stella received a call from Foreman Richards.
“Star, I’m sorry. I’ve been away on business and didn’t know what Jasper had been up to, so I couldn’t warn you in advance.”
Stella didn’t blame Foreman. In fact, she was grateful for all the help he’d given her.
“Mr. Richards, you’ve already done so much for me. I really appreciate it.”
Foreman was silent for a moment before saying, “Star, could you call me Foreman, like you used to?”
Stella didn’t care much about titles. “Of course, Foreman. And if you ever need my help, just let me know ahead of time.”
Foreman hesitated, then said, “Actually, there is something.”
Stella asked, “What is it?”
Once Marvin and Keen’s situation had been resolved, Marvin moved back in with Stella.
The two of them still needed to rehearse for their foreign language performance.
To Stella’s surprise, Marvin had a real knack for languages.
Maybe it was his age—kids do have great memories.
After she’d read the lines to him three times, Marvin could recite them fluently, word for word.
They’d chosen to perform in French.
Marvin’s French was impressive, though he struggled with other languages.
Fortunately, the event only required a French recitation, so they could focus on that.
If it came down to a written exam, though, Marvin would probably have a much tougher time.
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