Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 25: She’s Courting Death

On the second day, Thursday, Eleanor was able to go to work.

When she arrived at the garage, the new driver was also on duty.

"My surname is Harrison; Miss Eleanor can call me Mr. Harrison."

Eleanor shook Mr. Harrison’s hand, a man in his forties with a clean-shaven head, not tall, fit, with bright eyes and callused hands.

She glanced at the butler, "Has Mr. Harrison served in the military before?"

The butler replied, but Mr. Harrison remained silent.

Ordinary people would at least introduce themselves or ask, "How did you know?"

Mr. Harrison’s silence could either be a sign of Cillian Grant’s instructions to monitor her or his natural temperament.

Eleanor’s heart sank.

Her previous driver, Lewis, had been instructed by Cillian Grant to watch her, but Lewis loved smoking. She caught him several times with smoke in the car and never reported him, causing him to ease his attitude automatically.

If not for running into Damian Sinclair due to a traffic jam, Cillian Grant would not have noticed Lewis turning a blind eye.

Unlike Lewis, Mr. Harrison’s military-trained reticence was different; dutiful, single-minded, trained in obedience as a command in the army.

Arriving at the company, Eleanor was more certain, on the way she shifted topics from children to midlife crisis, even discussing mature widows, hitting the heart of a forty-year-old man.

Mr. Harrison, except for nodding and shaking his head, seemed unable to speak.

Just when she was preparing to leave, the driver changed to someone like him, which added insult to injury.

Eleanor felt disheartened, maintaining a smile as she squeezed into her workspace from the elevator, just as her computer started, the secretary from the headquarters suddenly graced her, "Eleanor Grant, please come to the headquarters office."

Eleanor was at the end of her internship, except for her reluctance to work overtime, all her professional abilities and interpersonal skills were perfect, unanimously approved by the project team to keep her among the interns.

The team manager couldn’t help but ask, "Secretary Holloway, what’s the matter? Is Eleanor not acting properly and caught someone’s eye?"

As long as there is workplace negotiation, the project department competing for projects, it ends with bloodshed, whichever group recruits a competent candidate, other groups guard against it, it’s an old topic.

Secretary Holloway smiled flawlessly, "Good news, President Byron wants to see her."

Eleanor was full of confusion.

When she joined this company, she deliberately investigated, The Byron Group originated in The North and established this Stonewell Southern Construction Branch a year ago in the South, their operating range overlapped with Grant Group yet didn’t interfere.

Nothing else, not qualified enough, a case of Grant Group dining at the table and them picking up the leftovers.

President Byron, sent by The Byron Family to open the market, was the third daughter from a secondary house, two years older than her, not exceptionally skilled, so the performance was lukewarm this year.

Suddenly wanting to see her, did they find out her identity? Or did Cillian Grant contact them?

Eleanor immediately denied it, Cillian Grant wouldn’t care about her career.

Following Secretary Holloway upstairs, it seemed President Byron had been waiting for her a long time; as soon as Eleanor entered the room, she pointed at a chair, "Sit."

Eleanor remembered President Byron’s full name, Cecilia Byron, a name with a hint of Hong Kong flair.

At first glance, the person matched her name; slim and competent, shoulder-length short hair, bright eyes, not hiding the ambition in them, a strong sense of elite.

The second generation focused on career.

Eleanor sat down, quietly waiting for her to start.

"The company is competing for a major contract from Grant Group. The project department has reorganized a special team for this, and now it’s the final sprint stage. We are understaffed. Manager Lynch recommended you to me."

Cecilia Byron got straight to the point, "I reviewed the two projects you handled during your internship, your basics are solid, and your ideas are good. If you agree to join the special team, you will immediately be a regular employee with a team leader level salary."

Eleanor confirmed that her relationship with The Grant Family had been discovered.

It seemed Cecilia Byron saw through her thoughts but did not reveal them, "You can think carefully, besides the project rush, the last half month requires overtime, which will be tiring, but the bonus is substantial, and upon completion, there will be a promotion."

Eleanor’s heart was moved, working overtime...

If there was an unavoidable necessity for overtime, it could serve as an excuse, greatly increasing her time outside.

First, it would give her time to ponder the escape route, and secondly, avoid Cillian Grant, she had already pretended to be having menstrual pains for a week, using this excuse on Cillian Grant again wouldn’t work.

"Personally, I’m willing to join the special team, but I’m afraid my abilities may not meet President Byron’s expectations."

The boundary that distinguishes wealthy families fosters their daughters; perhaps they may not excel in other things, but they certainly excel in conversation.

This ability refers to her impact on The Grant Family; the project team envisions her identity with The Grant Family.

But Eleanor felt unsure; if it were a Grant Group project, and it didn’t require Cillian Grant’s personal review, senior executives mostly know her and would likely show a little courtesy.

If Cillian Grant personally inspected, she would be more of help not being involved.

Cecilia Byron waved her hand boldly, "Expectations are expectations; I understand project risks."

So this was about gambling.

Eleanor was escorted by Secretary Holloway to the HR department to sign the formal employment contract.

Her workspace changed from downstairs to upstairs; the team leader of the special group was named Milo, a person with a Buddha-like cheerful demeanor.

It wasn’t that Eleanor nicknamed people upon meeting; the team leader’s real name was Milo Miller, and he introduced himself as Jolly God. The nickname was used by all team members.

In addition, there were The Great Yellow-Horned Immortal, Moon Lord, Black Impermanence, and White Impermanence. It was the first time she saw workplace nicknames based on surnames to resemble gods.

But when in Rome, Eleanor’s first task upon formal employment was actually to search for Investiture of the Gods online to assign herself a deity.

.........

When Elaine White came to find her, Eleanor was still troubled by this matter.

"Seeing you able to come to work today, I’m relieved." Elaine White let out a breath, "That silly Damian Sinclair actually came looking for the director of my family’s hospital right under Cillian Grant’s nose. Fortunately, I had given them a heads up, or else he would have dragged me down this time."

Eleanor already knew, and could think of Cillian Grant’s unusually gloomy expression during his physical examination, probably because of this.

Also, the time Phoebe Grant caught them, he went upstairs to interrogate her, asking if she had seen Elaine or Damian Sinclair.

At that time, she thought he was asking about her secretly taking leave to go to the hospital, yet the question at the tea house yesterday when he asked Damian Sinclair was when she realized that the time she saw Elaine was also known, despite deliberately sending the driver away.

Eleanor suddenly realized, besides the pregnancy, she couldn’t conceal anything from Cillian Grant.

His plot and methods were simply chilling.

"Mr. Bolton’s car accident, you had a stroke of luck yesterday."

Eleanor sat by the flower bed, swinging her legs, "Seeking life amidst death, how can it last?"

"True enough." Elaine White sighed, "So what do you plan to do next?"

"Run away." Eleanor replied listlessly, "Damian Sinclair knows I’m pregnant now, his eyes make me feel he is brewing something big. As for Cillian Grant, I’m truly afraid of him, with three eyes on his forehead and an unimaginable heart, can’t outplay him, just need to run."

Elaine White struggled to accept it, "Run where? If you decide to leave The Grant Family, why not settle in a small town? Why act as if escaping from feudal society?"

It felt exactly like running for her life.

Eleanor weakly glanced at her, "Did you forget Cillian Grant is planning a marriage alliance with me? He’s playing with a billion with me; if I choose to leave The Grant Family, isn’t it asking for death?"