Chapter 168 Losing Her
Temper
Rachel believed she had laid her sincerity bare for Brian to see.
Yet, somehow, he remained unmoved, his expression as unreadable as ever.
“And why should I grant you preferential treatment?” His voice was cool, calculated, each word landing like a precision strike.
“I…” Rachel’s lips parted, but she stopped herself when she considered what she was about to say.
During their relationship, he had never given her preferential treatment.
Now that they had separated, it seemed even less likely.
Rachel took a deep breath and tried to maintain her composure. “Mr. White, rules can be flexible. Besides, you’ve already approved documents from other departments.”
Brian’s voice rose slightly. “Oh? So you believe I’m deliberately causing problems for you?”
The truth seemed obvious, but Rachel chose not to confront it directly.
“You have your reasons. I won’t press the matter further.”
Brian released a cold laugh as he regarded her. “Is that so? In that case, you may leave. I’m feeling unwell and my hand is in pain. I cannot be bothered to sign anything today.”
“Alright.”
Rachel forced a polite smile, shoving her emotions into a tight, locked box. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Please take care.”
Brian didn’t respond.
Instead, frustration coiled tight inside him like a storm cloud ready to break.
Had he not made himself clear? He wasn’t feeling well. Yet, she had brushed right past that, not a flicker of concern crossing her face.
She hadn’t always been this way. She used to be different–softer, warmer. Now, she was all business, as if she had been rebuilt from the ground up into someone he no longer recognized. Documents, deadlines–was that all she cared about? Was she a machine?
“Just leave! Even if you come tomorrow, if I’m not better, I still won’t sign.”
“Then the day after tomorrow.” Her voice was calm, almost amused. “You’re strong. A couple of days and you’ll be fine.”
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Brian was momentarily at a loss for words.
She had to be doing this on purpose–needling him until he was ready to explode.
A cold breath escaped him. “Until I see some real sincerity from you, I won’t be signing anything.”
The sharp slap of paper hitting the floor shattered the tense silence.
Rachel had slammed the documents down. She had played nice. She had tried patience, negotiation, and reason. But enough was enough.
Fixing Brian with an unflinching stare, she shot back, “You’re not just sick, you’re completely unhinged. You expect me to believe you’re not deliberately messing with me? Really? You signed every single document Ronald sent you–except mine. And you want to lecture me about sincerity? Fine. Here I am, in person, documents in hand, pen at the ready. All you have to do is move your hand and sign. You’re not on your deathbed!”
Brian felt his blood pressure spike.
The nerve of her.
Rachel wasn’t finished. “What’s stopping you? You haven’t lost an arm.”
Tracy looked shell–shocked, her eyes stretched wide. Rachel’s words had been a series of daggers, each one finding its mark.
Brian exhaled sharply, gritting his teeth. “Rachel Marsh, I can hear you just fine. No need to shout.”
“Sign it or don’t. Either way, I’m done begging. If this contract falls through, it won’t be on me. If you’re so eager to pay the penalty fee, knock yourself out–but don’t drag me into your mess.”
And with that, Rachel turned on her heel, not sparing him another glance as she walked away.
“Come back! Rachel Marsh, I said come back!” Brian’s voice rang out, sharp and almost frantic, but she didn’t even break stride. As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t heard a thing.
After walking for some time, Rachel finally exhaled, feeling a weight lift off her chest.
Not long afterward, her phone rang. Samira calling to inform her that Ronald had personally delivered the signed documents to her office.
“Alright, I got it,” Rachel acknowledged, realizing that sometimes losing her temper yielded unexpected benefits. With the document issue finally resolved, Rachel redirected her focus toward helping Jeffrey secure employment.
Following the previous job incident and the complicated dynamics between her and Brian, she had given Jeffrey some time away from the job search.
During this interval, she consulted several experts to develop specialized training tailored to Jeffrey’s particular
situation.
Just yesterday, Eric contacted her to recommend several promising companies.
Since these recommendations came from a respected lawyer of Eric’s caliber, Rachel trusted they would be reputable establishments.
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She dedicated herself to researching these companies thoroughly and helping Jeffrey prepare effectively, hoping he might succeed in the upcoming interviews.
That evening, Rachel patiently worked with Jeffrey on various professional skills, from language proficiency to
specific work competencies.
By the third practice round, she nodded with satisfaction. “That’s enough for today, Jeffrey. It’s getting late- you should get some rest. We have several interviews scheduled for tomorrow.”
“Will you accompany me?” Jeffrey asked, a note of vulnerability in his voice.
Rachel nodded reassuringly. “Of course, I’ll be right there with you.”
“It’s awesome having you around!” Jeffrey exclaimed with childlike enthusiasm.
Rachel affectionately patted his head. “Alright, time for sleep now.”
The following morning, after they had finished breakfast, Rachel and Jeffrey departed for the first interview.
The initial company was the one that had impressed Rachel most favorably during her research, so she approached the situation with considerable anticipation.
Before Jeffrey entered the interview room, Rachel gave him an encouraging fist clench–a silent gesture of support.
He smiled back warmly. “I’ll do my absolute best.”
While Jeffrey participated in the interview, Rachel waited outside, her hands tightly clasped together. She realized she felt more anxious than if she herself had been the candidate being evaluated.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Jeffrey emerged from the room.
Rachel quickly approached him, about to inquire about the outcome, but stopped herself when she observed his downcast expression.
Without exchanging words, she gently took his hand, and they walked out of the building together.
Once outside, warm sunlight bathed Jeffrey’s face, providing a gentle physical comfort. He turned toward Rachel with questioning eyes. “Rachel, why didn’t you ask about the result?”
“Because I already understand something important–regardless of the outcome, you’ve certainly tried your best. Failure isn’t something to fear; it simply means we continue trying until we succeed.”
Jeffrey nodded with newfound determination. “Then shall we proceed to the next company?”
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