Heartstrings on Fire

Chapter 8

Agnes was hesitant to leave Jared’s office. She knew that as soon as she stepped out she’d be the talk of the town. So, she decided to hide out in the office for a bit. Jared was ahead getting down to work. He was always swamped with work. The Tim Group was his dad, Tim Whitfield’s brainchild the business empire that he built from scratch her half a century of growth. The Tim Group had its hands in everything in all kinds of industries. Tim Properties was the top dog in the field

The man front of her engrossed in his work was worth tens of millions of dollars.

Agnes grew up with a siver soon in her mouth. Her dad was the chairman of Starlight International Group a bigwig in the media industry. Their business covered eventing from talent agences esters to publishing houses

But even so, there was a clear gap between the Pritchards and the Whitfields in terms of economic power. The Whitfield family, apart from their massive family business. also has a hefty polical backing Because of this, they had been the strongest among the Big Four for years.

Agnes had heard her father talk about Jared, saying he was a rare business prodigy. But what really piqued people’s interest was Jared’s background.

dosing in on eighty and Jared was only 27. Everyone knew that Tim had a child late, and it was common knowledge that Tim’s first wife died shortly after giving bt to Jared’s sister,

theones about this. Some said he was Tims illegitimate child while others said he was an orphan that Tim adopted. But when Jared was only

in such a business empire“. It was said that at the beginning a few old shareholders were strongly against this, thinking that handing over the

was seen as a miracle in the industry

staring at

from across the desk and Agnes snapped out of her

face fusted and she immediately rose from the sofa, Tm going back

her seat her colleagues swarmed her, “Agnes, are you okay? Did the boss give you a

Tim

at you, thats still a blessing. You’re in and out of the boss’s office more than any of us. We barely even get a glimpse of him. Agnes, fm so jealous of you

you crushing on the