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Jade Carlson immediately went after him!
She couldn’t let Allen Rivera do that! A job transfer application was just a nice way of putting it, in fact, it was no different from being fired! She had gone through the painstaking process of passing the judicial examination and two years of training, not to become an ordinary clerk in the Prosecutor’s Office!
She wanted to be someone superior!
Allen walked into his office, and Jade followed closely behind, closing the door behind her.
Allen raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his eyes confused.
“Please, don’t transfer me!” Jade bit her lip as she approached his desk, “I was wrong. I was blinded for a moment. I won’t dare to do it again… Please, just don’t transfer me, I’ll do anything you want…”
She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her fair, full chest. The lacy pattern of her lingerie was faintly visible, and her eyes were pleading.
She leaned a little closer, looking pitiful.
Finally, Allen’s indifferent expression softened slightly, as his eyes appeared to be deep in thought.
“Are you… offering yourself to me?” Allen asked.
Jade’s expression froze.
“I’m sorry, but this would cause me some trouble,” Allen said in a toneless voice. “My assistant needs to keep up with my work pace, not undress at every opportunity.”
He finished speaking and looked away from Jade, pulling out an application form from a folder on his desk, saying coldly, “You’re clearly not suited to work here.”
The office fell silent as Allen filled out the staff transfer application.
He knew very well that this transfer application was in effect an expulsion for Jade, but what of it? He didn’t need an assistant like that.
Now that he thought about it, no wonder Suzanne Saunders had been holding back Jade’s promotion application.
A ripple of melancholy spread through Allen’s heart.
Gone too soon, such a pity…
The sound of the door opening, accompanied by Jade’s retreating footsteps, and then the door clicking shut.
Allen looked up, shook his head slightly, and resumed filling out the form.
As a prosecutor, one isn’t easily dismissed, and any disciplinary action for failing to perform at work needs to go through multiple levels of approval.
Allen completed the form and went to the Human Resources Department, only to be told that Jade had submitted her resignation report five minutes earlier.
Allen was taken aback but quickly understood.
—Rather than waiting to be disciplined, it was more dignified to resign proactively.
Allen didn’t care, took back his application form, and turned to leave.
In theory, after submitting a resignation letter, one has to wait for their superiors’ approval, but Jade left the Prosecutor’s Office that day after resigning and never returned.
From then on, Jade was completely cut off from her career as a prosecutor.
In December, Clearwater City welcomed its first snowfall of the winter. The snow-covered city was filled with swirling snowflakes and a lingering melancholy.
At the entrance of Grey School, students came and went continuously.
Purple Summers ran into Gavin Graves at the school gate. He seemed to be waiting for someone. His car was parked at the side of the road, surrounded by a few unremarkable-looking men, who were in fact his bodyguards.
In the cold weather, Gavin wore a grayish-white cashmere overcoat.
This color was very picky for a man to wear. If not worn well, it could either make him look sissy or affected. However, Gavin wore it very properly, along with a plaid long scarf, creating an elegant and scholarly impression, like a graceful gentleman.
Purple Summers hesitated whether to approach and greet him.
After some thought, she realized that as an ordinary student, it would seem overly eager to strike up a conversation with Young Master Graves. Besides, he might have business at the school, so it was better not to cause him any trouble.
Just as Purple Summers was about to pretend she hadn’t seen him, Gavin noticed her and fixed his gentle gaze upon her.
“Ms. Summers.” Gavin greeted her.