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Jonathan sat facing the door. At first, he thought it was just the secretary with the drinks. Yet, when he saw Clarissa walk in, the calm in his gaze broke apart.
The room stiffened Every executive turned pale, like someone had just walked in dragging a coffin. One of them nearly choked on a breath
Why her
What mess was she bringing now?
Clarissa didn’t blink. She walked up to the table, picked up the teapot, and set a cup in front of Seamus.
“Mr. Lawson, please have a drink,” she said, steady as ever. “Peppermint tea helps with stomach issues. This might make things a little easier
Seamus looked at her, surprised. “How did you know I’ve got stomach problems?”
His tone was sharp, but the question was real. That wasn’t public knowledge. Only his wife and doctor knew that. The executives looked at one another in confusion. None of them had dug up that detail. And Clarissa? Where did she get it?
Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. His expression grew heavier.
Clarissa smiled like it was nothing. We make it a point to know our clients. It’s part of what we do.” She wasn’t going to say she’d known it from another life. “We missed the meeting yesterday. That’s on us, but there’s a reason behind it.”
The second she said that, Jonathan’s face turned ice–cold. His voice came low and harsh. “Leave.”
Clarissa didn’t move. She stood her ground and looked right at him.
He stared her down, breathing hard, but didn’t try to drag her out.
Seamus leaned back a little. “What reason?”
He wasn’t angry anymore. Rather, he was curious. He had always respected Jonathan, but getting stood up without a word had rubbed him raw
Jonathan still hadn’t explained what was up with that.
Clarissa spoke quietly. “I heard your wife is three months pregnant, but she’s not doing well. Her body’s too weak, and the pregnancy isn’t stable. There are signs she might lose the baby.”
The air collapsed. Nobody made a sound. The board members looked like they’d been slapped. They couldn’t believe what they’d just heard. Someone’s wife was pregnant, and this woman came in and started talking about miscarriage?
Outside the room, Zack heard it too.
His whole body went cold. The contract was dead.
He clenched his fists. The boss had treated Clarissa like gold. If she didn’t love him back, fine. But did she really have to do this?
Everyone looked shaken, but Jonathan didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked on Clarissa, steady and dark. There was no heat, no warmth, just a quiet that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking
Seamus stayed silent too. His jaw was tight, his expression hard to read.
In the middle of all the tension, Clarissa reached into her coat and calmly pulled out a small glass bottle.
“Mr. Jefferson got this specifically for your wife’s condition,” she said. “It was made by Christopher the Miracle Worker. It helps protect the pregnancy. If she finishes the whole bottle, it should case the symptoms.”
She spoke clearly, her face calm and sure. She had seen this play out before. In her last life, Seamus‘ wife had miscarried, and
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the headlines had exploded. Clarissa remembered reading about it. Now, it was coming full circle.
She knew what was coming. And she had the one thing that could change it.
She was certain Seamus would listen.
The executives looked like their hearts had stopped.
In Eastdom, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t know Christopher the Miracle Worker.
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He was the rising legend out of Imperia. His elixirs sold for tens of millions. And even with money, they were nearly impossible to get.
And now this girl–a clueless intern from the countryside–was saying she had his medicine?
None of them believed her.
She had to be bluffing. Probably grabbed some random bottle and hoped the name would scare them. First, she spoke of a miscarriage. Now, she brought out a bottle of what had to be fake medicine. It was like she wanted Jonathan destroyed.
“Mr. Lawson, this intern’s new. She doesn’t know the rules. We’ll terminate her immediately. Please don’t take her words too seri-
The executive froze mid–sentence.
Seamus stood from his chair. His eyes didn’t leave the bottle in Clarissa’s hand.
You’re telling me this is Christopher the Miracle Worker’s?” His voice stayed low, but the tremble in it gave him away.
“Yes.” Clarissa replied. Her tone never wavered. She stepped forward and handed it to him.
He took the bottle and turned it slowly in his hands. There it was. Etched right into the glass–Chris.
All his earlier anger disappeared. His brows pulled tight. His grip on the bottle tensed.
It was real
Seamus and his wife had waited years for this child, but her body couldn’t hold up. The doctors hadn’t been hopeful. This bottle might be the only chance they had
He looked up again. “How did you know about my wife’s condition?”
Clarissa met his stare without flinching. “She’s a well–known painter. I’ve always admired her work. My favorite’s Sunflower Reborn. I follow her on Twitter. She shares bits of her life there. She’s posted about your stomach issues. And she’s written about her pregnancy–how worried she is the baby might not make it.”
The room went quiet again.
Seamus guard dropped. His eyes softened as he looked at her.
He adored his wife. And when Clarissa spoke of her like that, he stopped seeing Clarissa as a stranger.
She had named the painting. Her words had weight. They came from someone who actually paid attention.
“Mr. Jefferson, you’ve got yourself a solid intern,” Seamus commented, turning toward Jonathan.
The irritation in his face was gone, replaced by genuine approval.
The executives, who had been holding their breath, glanced at each other in disbelief.
Was he.. impressed? Did Clarissa actually pull it off?
Jonathan didn’t say a word. His eyes stayed on Clarissa, dark and impossible to read.
She gave him a quick wink, like she was saying, ‘I didn’t say anything he didn’t choose to believe.
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Seamus held the bottle close. He wasn’t naïve. If Jonathan had really skipped their meeting to get this medicine, he could’ve said so from the start.
However, none of that mattered anymore.
That bottle was enough. It locked the Lawson Group into this deal.
“I see the effort. Mr. Jefferson, Seamus added, voice calm and steady. “My company will move forward with yours, That westside property? It’s yours.”
Then, he turned to Clarissa. His tone softened. “You’ve got talent, young lady. If you ever want to work for me, I’ll pay you fifty thousand a month. My assistant position’s open.”
He didn’t wait around. He signed the contract in a hurry, then left with the bottle. All he wanted now was to get the medicine to his wife.
Zack spotted him rushing out and felt a cold wave crash over him. The man looked like he couldn’t get away fast enough. It had to be Clarissa. She must’ve blown the deal.
“Mr. Zack! We’ve got great news!” the secretary called out, waving the contract like a trophy. Her face lit up with joy.
“The contract?” Zack spun toward her, eyes wide.
There it was. Signed. Clear as day.
Lawson Group had sealed the deal.
“It’s all thanks to Miss Chandler, the secretary added with a smile. “She’s the reason he agreed.”
Clarissa?
Zack turned toward her, stunned.
