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Chapter 243
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Chapter 243 A Promotion on the Horizon That princess carry did more than just leave an impression. I even had a dream about it.

In my dream, Eric heldjust like he did last night while carryingup the stairs, one step at a time.

The warm glow of the chandelier bathed us in golden light, blurring the edges of reality. All I could see was his silhouette.

He placedgently on the bed and leaned in, slowly closing the distance between us. I didn't resist. A wave of excitement surged throughas I let myself sink into the moment.

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When I woke up, my heart was still pounding. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady myself. I then stumbled downstairs in a daze, making my way to the dining room.

Eric seemed to have just arrived as well as his coffee sat untouched on the table. The moment he saw me, he greetedwith a soft smile. "Morning." His gaze flicked over my face, taking in my unusually flushed cheeks. "Looks like you slept well last night. You're practically glowing today." I froze, instinctively touching my face. It tooka moment to process what he was implying, and when I did, my head snapped down. My voice cout awkward and rushed. "I...I guess so." Seriously? Does he have to say that of all things? I felt like I was sitting on needles, terrified that he might notice something off about me.

Thankfully, Eric had an early meeting at the office. After downing his coffee, he left in a hurry.

The second he was gone, I let out a huge sigh of relief and finally settled down to eat my breakfast in peace. Halfway through my meal, something suddenly hit me.

Crap! There was a leadership meeting today. It was scheduled ages ago.

Damn it, Eric! He distractedso much that I nearly forgot something this important.

Luckily, I arrived at the meeting room right on time. The moment I stepped in, I noticed everyone was looking atdifferently today.

As soon as the meeting started, Dad turned toand asked, "Jae, how's the production company you're managing doing? We're nearing the end of the fiscal year. Is there a chance we'll see a profit?" I thought for a moment before nodding with confidence. "Yes, absolutely. If everything goes as planned, our first will premiere this month. Initial projections indicate it'll bring in 20 million dollars in revenue." "Twenty million dollars?" Gasps of shock rippled through the room.

They had done their research. For most TV s, a profit typically hovered around five million dollars.

Forto confidently throw out a figure like 20 million dollars, there were only two possibilities. Either I was blatantly exaggerating or this was a top-tier level production.

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But they had already reviewed the budget request for the . It didn't even cclose to qualifying as a top-tier production.

That meant I was just bragging in their eyes.

Jack let out a scoff. "Well, even if it doesn't make much, it's your first project, Beginnings are always tough. No need to exaggerate, though. If you can't deliver, it'll be embarrassing." Mr. Plquickly stepped in to smooth things over. "It's fine, Jae. We all understand how complex the industry is. You don't have to push yourself too hard."

Dad cleared his throat, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at me. "Jae, we've discussed this. As long as the production company turns a profit of ten million dollars by the end of the fiscal year, the board will unanimously approve your promotion to vice president." I raised a brow and glanced at Jack. His expression darkened, and his jaw visibly clenched in frustration. So, he already knew. Too bad for him that he couldn't stop it from happening.

Dad spoke again, his tone reassuring. "You don't have to aim that high. There are still two months left in the fiscal year. You have time." I nodded, not arguing the point. Instead, I turned my gaze to Jack and asked with deliberate curiosity, "If I becvice president, what happens to Jack?"

Dad shot him a brief look before responding slowly, "The company can have two vice presidents. In the past, we didn't have many people capable of holding up half the company. The rest of us were getting old, so we let Jack take full charge.

"But you've been here long enough now, and we've all seen your capabilities. We'd be comfortable with both of you managing things together." After hearing that, I shot Jack a deliberately provocative look.