Captivation: Want Nothing But You

"If you can't do it, I'll give someone else that position of yours" Victor said with a stern face.

After hearing him say that, the incumbent planning director's face paled.

Hurriedly, he said, "Mr.Sullivan, I promise I'll hand in a perfect proposal before you get off work today."

Afterwards, he hurried towards the door clumsily carrying all the documents.

Just when he was about to open the door of the office, Ivan came in.

"Ivan," he greeted.

After that brief interaction, he walked out of the office without waiting for Ivan to respond.

From the corner of his eye, Ivan could see that the planning director's back was drenched in sweat.

And seeing him bolt out of the room like a bat out of a cave, Ivan was not surprised.

Victor was a perfectionist, and work was his top priority.

Not only was he strict with his own work, but he was also critical of his subordinates performance.He wouldn't allow the slightest mistakes at all.

Thus, people began to say that if someone were to get a job in the Sullivan Group, they would either be burned out or die from exhaustion due to Victor's obsession with perfection.

But even so, the company was one of the top five corporations in the world.

That reputation alone was alluring enough to make people willing to kill for a job there.

"Mr.Sullivan, the meeting with the American branch is about to start."

Ivan handed in the documents needed to be checked and signed by Victor.

Victor opened one of the folders, and when he finished reading and was about to sign it, he suddenly remembered something that the planning director said earlier.

"What's going on in the archive room?" he asked.

"Since when did the planning department have so much time to waste sorting out tons of documents themselves? Tell Rachel that if she can't do her job, she should just resign immediately! The Sullivan Group has no room for useless employees!"

"Actually, Mr.Sullivan, Miss Bennet is sick.She hasn't been to work for two days," Ivan replied.

Indeed, Rachel was feeling under the weather.

Not long after she returned home that night, she collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep at once.

Abby had cooked something for her.

and was about to call Rachel, she saw her sleeping on the living room

beads of sweat continuously

Rachel's forehead and instantly gleaned that Rachel had a high fever; her body was burning hot! Wasting no time,

Bennet! Wake

Rachel could hear Abby but not enough

was so noisy that she frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Abby, don't be

saying that, Rachel lost

woke up, it was already

break of dawn, and a chilling breeze came in from under the half-closed door, leading

instinctively touched her forehead, only to realize

while removing the towel from her

of the corner of her eye, she found

were folded, and her face was resting

that Abby had

a basin of cold water

Abby took care

was at peace

her body and covered Abby with

blanket cover her, she

was worried about Rachel's health, so even though she had fallen asleep, she made sure not to fall asleep too deeply "Oh, Miss Bennet! You're finally awake.I'm so

Abby sat upright, her creased

Rachel chuckled.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, ma'am, you didn't."

shook her

now? Are you nauseous or feeling any discomfort at all? Would

gone down, and I've been sweeting a lot.I don't feel any discomfort, but I do feel a little feeble.Actually, I feel refreshed, thanks to you.You don't need to worry

"That's great to hear!"

was saying that, she used a thermometer

that her temperature had returned

night, Miss Bennet.When I came out of the kitchen, I saw you lying

Rachel could remember about that night before was how Victor forced her to drink an entire bottle of red wine, and that she threw up

and pieces of everything

home, and that might be

after

wasn't strong enough to carry you.Mr.Torres was the one who carried you upstairs.I helped you ingest some antipyretics, and put a towel on your forehead to lower your temperature.Your fever only started going

Abby took the towel from Rachel's

saw a box of ibuprofen and a

where Andy was,

and asked, "Abby, did you just say that… I took

"Yes, you did."