Bringing up that subject was deliberate. Raven needed to rouse the guilt inside Aristotle, after all.
The man sighed helplessly and slid his hand out of hers quietly. “I’ve never once thought of you that way, all right? I know it wasn’t for money, never mind. Perhaps we shouldn’t discuss something so far off into the future,” he said. “I’m going to bed. Need to rise early tomorrow.”
Raven knew that the most important matter to him at hand was the company he was about to inherit. “Let me join you tomorrow! I know there will be some things I can help you with. You’ve just come back, so it’s only logical that you might be lacking in manpower. I can help with that!” she volunteered. “Bonus point? You don’t even have to pay me a single cent.”
Admittedly, she hit the nail on the head, Aristotle was in need of human resources. But of course, Raven’s sickly constitution made him balk at considering her for the job. “I think you should sooner focus on your health for now. When you’re finally well enough to work, then I’ll locate a role to place you.”
At the end of the day, Raven was still a high-achieving graduate of a top French college; that accomplishment in and of itself entailed talent and skills. In addition to that, she had returned to the States with him and was pretty much alone, so taking both merit and personal reasons into account, giving her a position in the company was hardly undeserving.
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