61 New Boss Blues Finished

Jackson mulled over the situation. Wasn't Victoria supposed to replace Ellis as the new boss? What had happened between Ellis and Easton that led Easton to investigate her? Jackson had been by his side for five years, proving himself a capable assistant. Easton was generally pleased with him, but today, looking at the findings Jackson had uncovered, he felt deceived.

“Ellis has been working as a secretary at Tate Group for Lois. Her account balance totals just over $2800, and she’s living in the budget-friendly Sunshine Estates. Just looking at these two facts, do you think that’s possible?”

Considering Ellis’s usual spending habits and personality, she would never live in a cramped building, nor let her account dwindle to just over $2800. This was clearly a flawed investigation, and Easton was displeased, casting a cold glance at his assistant.

Faced with Easton’s questioning, Jackson felt like he was in hot water, stuttering. “Mr. Easton, I didn’t get it wrong. Mrs. Hudson… it’s just like this.”

“Check it again! Make sure it’s accurate before you bring it to me,” Easton commanded coldly.

Always meticulous and careful with his work, Jackson had confirmed the information was correct before presenting it, but Easton’s authoritative presence was overwhelming. Jackson meekly replied, “Yes, Mr. Easton.”

However, as he stepped out to make the investigative call, the reception desk rang through on the internal line.

“Jackson. Mr. Easton’s aunt, Carly, is here to see Mr. Easton. Can you let her upstairs?”

Not having the authority to decide, Jackson hurried back to the executive office to report to his boss.

“Tell her I’m not here.” Easton had no desire to see Carly. Carly was likely looking for money, as usual. Upon receiving Easton’s orders, Jackson immediately instructed the reception to turn her away. Carly, in the lobby, didn't believe the receptionist's claim that Easton wasn't in the office, but she didn't trouble them, quietly sitting on a nearby sofa, waiting for her chance.

The family fund had suddenly stopped her payments, and demands were being made for the money she had received over the past two years. Her financial stability was crumbling, but she didn’t need to think twice about who was behind it; she had to see her nephew today, no matter what.

As time slowly ticked by, Carly waited and waited, feeling the strain in her back. But the thought of money quickly sharpened her focus, her slightly bent posture straightening as she scanned every passerby intently.

Carly stubbornly remained in the company, resembling a mascot. The receptionist, seeing this, quietly called Jackson to discuss how to handle the situation, just as he was in the executive office.

“Mr. Easton, the data I’ve gathered is absolutely accurate. Mrs. Hudson’s account balance is indeed just over $2800, and she lives in Sunshine Estates.” Jackson almost staked his life on the authenticity of the information. The data not only showed Ellis’s account balance but also detailed her financial transactions and their purposes. The largest transaction was $35,000 she transferred to Maya; the rest were small amounts, adding up inconsistently with Easton’s impression of her.

He set down the paperwork. “Did anyone confirm if Ellis actually lives in Sunshine Estates?”

“I had someone see Mrs. Hudson leaving the complex this morning,” Jackson replied, flipping to the last page of the file. “Mr. Easton, look at this.” The photo was clear; it was Ellis and no one else.

Easton glanced at it and continued reviewing the data, which was incredibly detailed and distilled to the essentials, sinking into thought. How had Ellis adapted to this drastically different lifestyle?

He had stopped the supplementary card he provided her; no one was giving her money to frivolously spend on luxury. She hadn’t come begging him but had found a decent job in a short time, now working every day. He had underestimated her.

Among the list of people Ellis had contacted, Easton’s eyes landed on Casey: “Dig deeper into this person. Focus on how and when he met Ellis and the nature of their interactions.”

Information obtained by Morty from the Petal Estates property management revealed that the young man with Ellis last night was named Casey. Seeing his name now, Easton’s lips twitched slightly.

“Yes, Mr. Easton,” Jackson promptly went to work.

A person’s name often represents a parent’s hopes and the positive meanings they wished to convey, also making it easy for others to recognize whether they were male or female. Casey was obviously a man’s name, and the things Easton had asked to be investigated sounded slightly peculiar. Where the peculiarity lay, he couldn’t pinpoint at the moment.

The days employees treasured most invariably included the weekend. After a busy five days, Ellis naturally loved her weekends too. So, on Friday, she worked with added speed, allowing herself to leave on time without needing to stay late.