After I graduated, Dad decisively sent me straight to his company and gave me an entry-level position.
The official reason? To “train my skills” and “strengthen my character”.
While I kept complaining, deep down, I secretly looked forward to gaining independence.
However, on my very first day, I overheard colleagues whispering, “I heard Mr. Yarn’s daughter is among this batch of interns.”
“The CEO is so inconsiderate! He could have at least let his daughter start as a manager!”
I was surprised. Who could’ve leaked this information?
Fortunately, after a bit of random speculation, everyone soon moved on to other topics.
That was until the intern orientation meeting.
A woman who was late introduced herself, “Hi, everyone, I’m Tiffany Yarn.”
“Tiffany Yarn… Are you the CEO’s daughter?” The person beside her gasped, covering their mouth.
The entire meeting room burst into excitement.
After all, Tiffany was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, even sporting Cartier’s latest Ballon Bleu watch.
She had the unmistakable look of a wealthy heiress.
Tiffany lowered her head with a small smile and replied evasively, “My father has always taught me to be humble. My joining the company is really just to fulfill his wish.”
“You can just tell she was born with a silver spoon! That demeanor is unmatched!”
“Tiffany, don’t forget us colleagues when your internship ends!”
I was so shocked that I couldn’t find the words to speak. Weren’t I supposed to be my dad’s only daughter? Since when did he have another one?
That said, the misunderstanding was understandable. I had taken my mom’s last name, Thornton, while Tiffany was the only intern in our batch with the last name Yarn.
Naturally, she became the center of everyone’s admiration.
I watched her beam under the attention but chose not to expose her—at least not yet.
The room only began to settle down when Garreth Jackson, the department manager, walked in.
