Anderson's gaze remained on her, his lips slightly parted.
For once… he was caught off guard.
But a part of him—the curious part—wanted to see just how far she would go.
"These are your words, not mine," he said, leaning back into his chair. "What do you plan to do?"
Rebecca beamed as she rose to her feet, stepping closer to his desk.
"I'm willing to learn from you." Her voice was steady as she spoke.
Anderson went silent, tapping his pen lightly against his jaw.
"Do you want a job in my company?" he finally asked.
Rebecca blinked.
"Work? In your company?" The disbelief in her voice was obvious.
He nodded once. "Only if that's what you want."
She hesitated, but only for a moment.
"Okay," she said. "But I don't want any privileges. I don't want to be treated as your wife."
Her gaze sharpened.
"I want to start from the bottom. Like everyone else."
Her words truly surprised him.
"Are you sure?" Anderson asked quietly. "Starting from scratch isn't... easy."
