A Graduation Gift

Amidst the sound of jet engines roaring overhead coupled with the pleasant voice of the airport intercom announcing the next flight, Cassandra bid Lyndsy farewell.

Cassandra wanted so badly to go with her, but Lyndsy refused, insisting that she should go alone. Given the circumstances, Cassandra had no choice but respect her decision.

Fortunately, Rufus had already arranged for the best doctor and medical care that money could buy, so Cassandra believed everything would be alright.

"Lyndsy, I'm always here whenever you have a problem,"

Cassandra said. A strange gut feeling made her uneasy, she choked back her words as she repeatedly asked Lyndsy if she would be okay.

"Cassandra, don't say that you'll wait for me, okay? Go and work at the TY Group since Stella had already gone there. I'm worried about you because you're the only one working at the office now,"

Lyndsy held Cassandra's hand firmly and consoled her. She felt utterly sad seeing Cassandra's concerned look.

"Stop overthinking. You're still my boss unless you call a press conference and tell everyone that you're leaving the industry forever!"

Cassandra refused to let Lyndsy get too stressed. The most important thing right now was for her to acclimate herself to the treatment.

Lyndsy's body turned rigid for a moment, but soon went back to normal, and a smile formed on her lips.

"I'm so lucky to have known you, Cassandra. You're the best girl I have ever met! You're generous, kindhearted, strong, independent and above all, responsible..."

Cassandra interjected before she could finish, "Wait, wait, stop. Lyndsy, you're my boss. Why would you flatter me like that? More of that and I might just turn arrogant!"

Cassandra teased Lyndsy with a lighthearted smile, but she was actually deeply touched.

She felt that Lyndsy understood her on a personal level. Their mutual trust for each other relieved her.

"Cassandra, please, please take care of yourself. Always aim for your own happiness!"

Without warning, Lyndsy reached out and embraced Cassandra tightly as she whispered into her ear.

"Don't worry, Lyndsy, I will. You be well, and brave the treatment. Don't ever falter,"

Cassandra replied as she returned the embrace and stroked her back softly. She felt a twinge of sadness in her heart.

She felt extremely guilty because she still hadn't figured out who set Lyndsy up.

The two girls were actually bidding farewell as if they would never see each other again. This made Cassandra feel utterly empty.

When they went their separate ways, she felt a little lost, wandering about not knowing where to go exactly.

on what to do with Lyndy's things. She then decided that she would move them out of the office. They had signed the leasing contract to a man who worked under Rufus, technically, the office belonged to Rufus. So she would be

for a ride-share, a familiar black sedan pulled up slowly in

out of the window with a big, fat smile on

someone off as well.

had followed her all the way to the airport.

can book my own ride,"

without looking at him. Her face turned grim, and she stepped aside. She wanted nothing

into the details, but she definitely smelled something fishy. All the more reason why she refused to be with Lionel

me like a friend. Your fear

Of course, Cassandra wasn't the same young, naive girl

to Cassandra, to keep chatting with her.

now. I have an extremely important bid right now that the Tang Group is ready to win. As you know, the design aspect has always been our weakness, so I

a serious tone, all levity gone

towards Lionel.

think of you as a friend. I know you can't stand idly by and watch Tang Group miss this huge opportunity and eventually

He had put everything into this bid, to conquer or to die.

for a moment, torn between

to breath life onto the Tang

a separate car. Your car

a passing cab. She still wouldn't want to be alone with

shrugged. He then drove after her

was quiet and less frequented by people. Nothing could possibly go

and reached over the table to take the bidding documents from Lionel's hands and carefully

get the feeling that it's both practical and beautiful, never sacrificing form nor function. It still needs some highlights though, so it can really

She gave back the bidding documents and promptly stood up to leave.

you… you're just leaving

'Just like that, huh?

days to get inspiration. I remember every detail of the design. I'll polish it

His mere

I still

as his eyes darkened for a moment. He wasn't just here

for a moment,

"So, what is it?"

more important to tell her other than

back to the Tang Group.

Designing was indeed the weak link for the Tang Group. If Cassandra could come back, they'd definitely come out on

"We've talked about this.