The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Once she had an idea, Carlotta Yarbrough wasted no time putting it into action.

Within minutes, she'd gathered all the company's senior executives for a meeting. When Citrine announced her plan for a company retreat, everyone in the room stared at her in disbelief.

A few of the executives immediately voiced their objections.

"President Carmichael, you just went viral online and our sales have skyrocketed. We should be capitalizing on this momentum, working overtime-not running off for a retreat right now."

"That's right, President Carmichael. If we use this opportunity to launch our new smart robot, we'll make a killing."

"How can we pass up a chance like this? Don't you want to make money, President Carmichael?"

Citrine sat at the head of the table, her brow furrowed as she tapped her fingers idly against the polished wood.

Sebastian glanced up just in time to catch the look on her face. He didn't need to guess he knew she was silently cursing these old-timers. Judging by her expression, it wasn't anything polite.

He couldn't help but let a small smile tug at his mouth.noveldrama

Meanwhile, some other executives were quick to voice their support.

"President Carmichael, you really care about us. You have no idea-my team has been so swamped lately that hardly anyone smiles anymore. They'll be over the moon when they hear about this."

"Don't listen to them, President Carmichael. We need a break. There's always more money to be made, but you can't buy back your health."

"I'm all for the retreat, President Carmichael. This is the perfect chance to recharge. After all, a short pause is just so we can sprint ahead even faster."

Most of the team was clearly in favor of the retreat. Only a handful of the older executives wanted to take advantage of the sales surge to push out the new robot and rake in profits.

Smiling, Citrine addressed the dissenters. "We work hard so we can actually enjoy life. Let's not lose sight of that. Besides, taking some time to relax is good for our health. Everyone's been stretched thin these past weeks."

Hearing her say this, the opposition fell silent.

With no more

now disagreement, Citrine

raised voice: "I'm announcing it now next Monday through Friday, we're going on a company retreat."

"Five days?" Several people gasped in surprise.

Citrine explained, "After this, we'll probably be busier than ever. So let's really fake a few extra days."

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Someone piped up, "So, President Carmichael, where are we camping? I want to

get a head start on prepping supplies."

Citrine smiled. "We're not going camping."

The room erupted in surprise. "Wait, what? Then where are we going?"

Company retreats had always meant camping in the past, so the word "retreat” instantly conjured that image for everyone.

Citrine let the suspense hang for a moment before finally announcing, "We're going to Whisperwind Cay."

The words had barely left her mouth when the room exploded with excitement. Cheers and whoops filled the air.

"No way! I was just wondering where to go for vacation this year."

"This company is amazing. Seriously, who does this for their employees?"

"I'd give my heart and soul for this place."

"This company is my family now. As long as it stays standing, I'm here for life."

Whisperwind Cay was a newly developed island off the Crestwood coast, famous for its breathtaking scenery and luxury beachfront villas. It was stunning-and, naturally, the price tag matched. '

Even the executives who had been lukewarm about the retreat perked up at the mention of Whisperwind Cay, suddenly eager to go.