Wayne entered his father's office. As vice-president of Cooper Group, his office, naturally, was on the top floor. He waited, then saw his father enter, his face gloomy, slamming the door in anger.

"What's wrong, Dad? Things didn't go well at Sawyer Manor?" Wayne asked immediately.

"Lee's a scoundrel. An eye for an eye!" Roger snarled.

"What happened?" Wayne inquired.

Roger, unwilling to admit he'd been insulted, said impatiently, "Stay out of it! I sent for you to arrange a press conference immediately. I'm going to publicly condemn Charles for deceiving Jane and assaulting her."

"Immediately? That'll severely damage our relationship with the Sawyer family. If we want to cooperate with them in the future..."

"Cooperate with them? Never!" Roger's anger flared. "Cut the crap! Just do as I say!"

Wayne, daunted, asked, "Arrange it for today?"

"Today... wait!" Lee paused, remembering Mary's earlier conversation. "Tomorrow morning. We'll address Mary's problem first."

"What problem?"

"You'll find out later." Roger was reticent, then added, "Be careful when contacting the paparazzi. Don't leak the secret; the Sawyers mustn't find out. And call Jane. Tell her to compose herself, organize her thoughts, and be prepared for the paparazzi tomorrow."

"Okay," Wayne nodded.

"Leave me," Roger dismissed him with a wave. He was eager to retaliate against the Sawyers.

In the sales director's office, Hannah sat at her large desk. The office was impeccably clean and organized. She turned on her computer. Finding nothing pressing, she logged into the company intranet, reviewing news and company information. She was engrossed in her work.

Suddenly, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, a subtle smile playing on her lips, and answered, "Hello."

"How's your first day?" Oscar asked directly.

"So far, so good," Hannah replied, omitting the morning's mishaps.

"So, you don't miss me?"

Hannah paused. "What's up?"

"Can't I call you for no reason?"

"I'm at work."

"My presence is less important than your work?"

"Yup!" Oscar fell silent for a moment, clearly taken aback.

Hannah smiled, a sense of amusement dawning. She felt manipulated since agreeing to Oscar's proposal.

"Don't you want to know why I left early this morning?" Oscar smoothly changed the subject.

"Will you tell me if I ask?" Hannah countered.

"Why not try?"

"Okay. Where did you go this morning? What were you doing? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Who are you to care?" Oscar teased.

Hannah rolled her eyes, accustomed to his playful nature. She knew she could easily fall for him if she wasn't cautious.

"Forget it," Hannah showed disinterest.

"I'll be back in a couple of days." As expected, Oscar remained evasive.

She knew she'd been tricked!

"Whatever," Hannah said indifferently.

"Don't be mad. I'll make it up to you when I'm back."

"I'm not mad. You don't have to."

"So soft," Oscar remarked unexpectedly.

What? Was he sleepwalking?

"I mean, your lips are as soft as cotton. But why are you so sharp-tongued?"

He's lost his mind!

"I have to go. I'm busy. Bye!"

Hannah hung up before Oscar could respond. She was weary of his saccharine words. She'd never encountered such a frustrating man, yet she had to admit he cared, albeit playfully. She couldn't fathom his intentions.

A knock came at the door. "Come in," she said.

Polly entered, her demeanor humble and apologetic. Ashamed of her earlier actions, she said, "Ms. Hannah, you're summoned to the boardroom."

Hannah frowned.

A board meeting?

She held a high position, but not among Cooper Group's top management – primarily shareholders or senior CEOs. This seemed ominous.

"Okay," she replied impassively, nodding.

She proceeded to the boardroom, knocked, and entered.

A group of impeccably dressed executives sat in the opulent room. They turned to her. "Mr. Chairman, you summoned me?"

Miguel nodded slightly. "It's your first day. Introduce yourself briefly."

Hannah felt her father's imposing presence; at home he was tender, but here, the CEO's authority was palpable.

She took a deep breath and bowed politely. "Hi everyone, I'm Hannah. This is my first day. I'm the new sales director. Please advise me. Thank you."

"Advise you? It's your first day. We're curious how a 22-year-old became sales director," a man in his forties remarked.

Hannah recognized Maxwell Watson, a major shareholder, holding 12% of Cooper Group's shares, second only to her father. He was clearly attempting to humiliate her.

She recalled their secret dealings in her past life, a partnership only revealed after their family's decline.

She smiled serenely, prepared for this challenge.