It was a high–end loft, fully furnished, even staffed with a personal attendant.
Maxwell took care of both the rent and the maid service.
I hesitated, feeling a little uncomfortable by all the pampering, but Maxwell insisted.
“Rosalind, on the surface, it may seem like I’m losing out on the rent and maid fees. But in fact, this saves spend working for me, which benefits me.
“You’re my future business partner, and I don’t want you distracted by trivial matters.”
I felt a warmth in my heart.
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The treatment he rendered was so different from what I had received back home, and it made me more certain that leaving Henry was the right decision.
Maxwell introduced me to the people in his studio.
Everyone welcomed me enthusiastically, and there was even an admirer of mine who asked how I had managed to help Henry gain recognition in such a short time.
I had no idea that, in the eyes of others, my contribution was so significant,
With Henry, he’d often find fault with me, belittle my work, and even dislike it when others praised me.
Over time, I felt more like a tool, an accessory, and everyone around me thought my work was something anyone could do.
This time, I graciously accepted the compliments and shared some of my past experiences with my new colleagues.
They had thoughtfully prepared a welcome dinner for me, and everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
Back at the apartment, I finally checked my phone–only to find it flooded with messages and countless missed calls, the battery nearly drained.
