Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 101:

After delivering treatment to Devonte as she always did, Norah made her way to the living room sofa and took a

seat.

“Devonte’s doing much better now. He's out of the woods and won't be as critical as he was. He'll need about a

month or two to fully recover, but he’s up for sitting up and having chats now,” Norah reported.

That was the best outcNorah could hope for.

The news of his grandfather's improved condition brought a spark of joy to Kason’s eyes. “Norah, thank you for

everything you've done for my grandpa.”

“Just doing my job,” Norah replied, sipping from a glass of water. “I'll be heading out soon.”

“Won't you stay a bit longer?” Kason asked, his voice laced with a hint of sadness. “Does my company make you

uncomfortable?”

Norah looked up at him, puzzled by his question. Why would he say something like that? She recalled Kason’s

usually stoic demeanor.

“Kason, if there's something on your mind, just say it. Have | ever seemed uncomfortable around you?” Norah

raised an eyebrow. “Right now, you seem eager to haveleave just after finishing my work.”

Setting her glass down, Norah gestured with open hands. “I've got errands to run. It’s not about feeling uneasy

around you. You're overthinking things, Kason.”

Reacting to Norah's candid response, Kason looked surprised. Was he really overthinking? The thought of Sean

sitting beside Norah today stirred something unfamiliar in Kason’s heart. “Maybe you're right. Seeing you and

Sean together today madejump to conclusions.”

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Norah realized there was struth to his concerns. Attending the auction with Sean was bound to raise

eyebrows. Sean’s tenderness toward her piqued others’ curiosity.

“We're just friends, much like you and me,” Norah clarified earnestly.

To Norah, Kason and Sean were both new friends, yet she felt a distinct connection with Kason, a sentiment only

she was privy to.

Kason felt a wave of relief wash over him at her words. It mattered to him that Norah viewed him and Sean on

equal terms. He wasn’t comfortable with her showing favoritism toward others. He hoped to stand out as

someone special in her eyes.

Sean hadn’t cto Nexa Tech for a while. As Sean entered the company, Phillip mentioned, “The HR

department found a secretary to assist with company matters. I've spoken to the HR manager. This person is

well-qualified and highly educated.”

Sean's interest was minimal. “Alright,” he replied.

The employees couldn’t contain their surprise and excitement at seeing Sean and Phillip. Their reactions lit up

the group chat.

“Guess what? Mr. Scott has arrived!”

Sean was the pillar of Nexa Tech. Without him, the company would have been just another player in the tech

industry. But thanks to the government's push for innovation and Sean’s leadership, Nexa Tech had thrived since

its inception.

The buzz of excitement spread through the office. It had been ages since Sean last visited.

Upon reaching the second floor, Phillip caught a glimpse of a woman in the secretary's office. “Mr. Scott, let me

fetch the secretary for you.”

“Sure.”

Dressed sharply in a suit, Sean exuded charm as he walked into his office. Phillip, opening the door to the

secretary's office, was taken aback by the sight of the woman before him. “Miss Marris? Are you Mr. Scott's new

assistant?”

Clad in a sleek black and white outfit, her hair neatly tied back, and her makeup understated, Amabel looked

professional and polished.

“Phillip,” Amabel greeted him with a smile.

Phillip frowned. He hadn't reviewed the candidate list and was surprised to find Amabel had been appointed.

Sean had been clear about cutting ties with Amabel, and now Phillip was in a difficult position.

“Miss Marris, have you been keeping up with the recent tasks?” he asked.

“I've organized everything you've sent over. Letknow if there are any issues,” Amabel replied. Her role was

to circulate Sean’s memos and prepare reports for him.

“Mr. Scott has asked for you in his office.”

With a heavy heart, Phillip led Amabel to the CEO's office. “Mr. Scott—"

Upon seeing Amabel next to Phillip, Sean's expression darkened. Why was she here?

“Miss Marris has been brought on board by the HR team, and she’s already tackled a pile of work awaiting her

attention,” Phillip announced, placing the document on Sean’s desk before retreating a few steps, his gaze

lowered.

Sean's expression hardened as he addressed Amabel directly. “I made it clear during our last encounter that our

paths didn’t need to cross.”

Yet, Amabel stood her ground, her posture radiating confidence. “Sean, returning hmeant | needed

employment. Isnt it natural forto seek out opportunities? My qualifications speak for themselves, and I've

approached my duties here with utmost diligence. Please, review my work first.”

As Sean skimmed through the document, he couldn’t deny Amabel’s competence and the meticulous care she

had taken in her work.

“Your work is commendable,” he said, “but that doesn’t change my stance. | prefer we remain out of each

other's way.” His voice was devoid of warmth as he pushed the document back onto the desk.

Undeterred, Amabel managed a smile and lightly pressed, “Sean, adjusting back to the domestic scene has its

challenges. Surely, gaining experience here shouldn't warrant dismissal? Being ousted from your company would

tarnish my reputation across Glophia.”

Phillip, observing the exchange, silently wiped the sweat from his brow. Amabel’s audacity to plead in such a

familiar manner was astonishing.

Sean, however, remained unmoved by her plea. “That's your concern, not mine,” he replied, his tone icy. “I've

made my position clear. Keep your distance unless absolutely necessary.”

Amabel’s demeanor shifted as her eyes welled up. “After everything we've shared, how can you dismissso

coldly?”

“I'm not being cold,” Sean countered sharply, alluding to a past exchange they had at Sky Restaurant. “I've been

through enough to know | don’t want to repeat history.”

Catching her misstep, Amabel quickly shifted gears, her voice softening as she pleaded, “Please, letstay. Ill

prove myself. Nothing like before will happen again. | promise.”

Coming from a prominent family, this moment of humility was uncharted territory for Amabel.

Phillip, seizing the opportunity to mediate, suggested, “Sean, Miss Morris has proven her competence. Perhaps

we could afford her another chance?”

Amabel shot Phillip a look of gratitude.

After a moment of consideration, Sean acquiesced, albeit with a stern caveat. “Fine. But let's not revisit past

mistakes.”

A smile broke through Amabel’s teary expression. “You have my word!”