After ending his call with Travis, Charlie turned to Caleb, who was standing nearby, and said, “I’ve already spoken with Chairman Lane on your behalf. He mentioned that he’ll be transferring you to thepany headquarters to work as his assistant.”<fn9942> Get full chapters from ?ovelFind</fn9942>
Caleb and their group of friends were left speechless.
Everyone in the room was familiar with Travis’s name. He was an incredibly wealthy individual, boasting a worth exceeding ten billion dors!
Landing a position as the assistant to someone like Travis was no ordinary feat. Such opportunities were typically reserved for exceptional candidates, often requiring a PhD from a prestigious university or extensive work experience in prominentpanies.
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Both Caleb and Charlie were high school graduates. They hade from an orphanage that only supported them until they turned eighteen, at which point they had to step into the workforce immediately after graduating high school.
Charlie had a slight advantage; Lord Wilson had sponsored him for a year at Aurous University to help him build a connection with ire during their early rtionship.
In contrast, Caleb had been working since he was eighteen, spending several yearsboring on construction sites before moving to Lancaster for work.
In essence, Caleb’s circumstances were not much different from those of the olderborers or migrant workers on construction sites. The only distinction was his age.
So, it was nothing short of miraculous for someone like Caleb to suddenly be offered a role as an assistant to the affluent Chairman Lane.
Even Caleb himself found it hard toprehend. He felt unworthy and incapable of serving as the chairman’s assistant.
To him, it would have been a significant achievement just to be a team leader at his current job.
At that moment, Caleb’s phone rang.
Noticing an unfamiliar number, he answered, asking, “Hello, who is this?”
The voice on the other end responded, “Hello, is this Mr. Caleb Morales? I’m the personnel director of the Lane Group. I’m calling to inform you that you’ve been officially transferred to thepany’s headquarters to serve as the chairman’s assistant. Chairman Lane has given you one week to prepare for your new role. After that, you can report to headquarters to start your work.”
Caleb was left in shock, stuttering, “You… are you joking? Are you really offering me the position of Chairman Lane’s assistant? I haven’t even attended college…”
The personnel director chuckled and replied, “Chairman Lane specifically insisted that you be appointed as his assistant, regardless of your academic background. The only requirement is that you can drive. And if you can’t, thepany will arrange for you to receive training.”
Caleb quickly assured her, “I have a driver’s license! I’ve had it for over three years, and I even worked as a cab driver in Lancaster for a while.”
The directorughed and said, “Great! You can start by driving Chairman Lane. If he has any additional tasks for you, he’ll let you know what to do.”
Then she added, “By the way, your annual sry will be two million dors. That’s your base sry, not including year-end bonuses ormissions.”
“How… how much?” Caleb gasped, unable to believe his ears. Surely, he must have misheard. How could he possibly earn two million dors a year?
At his current job, earning even a hundred thousand dors annually would have been impressive. The idea of making two million dors was beyond his wildest dreams.
Noticing Caleb’s stunned silence, the director reiterated earnestly, “Mr. Morales, your basic sry for this position is indeed two million dors a year…”
Caleb was taken aback, eximing, “Isn’t two million dors a year a bit excessive?”