Apologize in person.

Caleb's eyes snapped shut in disbelief. "What does it mean that you're the one who took the file?"

Sophia's voice trembled with apology. "I was angry when Uncle James fired me. So I did that."

Caleb sprang to his feet, pacing back and forth. "Do you even know what you're talking about?"

Sophia knelt on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. "I wanted Uncle James to get in trouble with Grandpa. But you solved the problem without even involving Uncle James."

Caleb's expression was a mix of shock and disappointment. "Sophia, are you losing your mind? He's our uncle! And Uncle James had every right to fire you. How long am I going to have to handle your immaturity?"

Sophia nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know. I'll confess the truth to Uncle James and apologize."

Caleb's pacing slowed, and he asked calmly, "Tell me exactly what happened."

Sophia explained, "I saw my chance when the receptionist was distracted by a girl. I snuck into the room, and when the girl went to the bathroom, I took the file and made it look like she stole it."

Caleb's expression turned frustrated. "Don't kneel, stand up."

Sophia stood up, her eyes downcast. Caleb asked, "What about the CCTV footage? There's no video of you leaving the room."

Sophia hesitated before admitting, "Actually, I bribed the security guard. And I deleted some footage, taking advantage of the room being under construction."

Caleb couldn't believe how cleverly Sophia had manipulated the situation to steal the file. The security guard's earlier words now made sense, and Caleb felt a surge of annoyance at being outsmarted by his sister. He took a deep breath before asking, "What made you confess now?"

Sophia's voice trembled. "The security guard got fired. I was afraid he might threaten me to cover up his own mistakes, even though it wasn't related to me."

Caleb's gaze turned intense. "Sophia, even though DdB is owned by our family, it has a responsibility to millions of employees. We must be truthful so that our employees follow the same path."

Sophia nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I know. Please help me, Caleb. Please help me apologize to Uncle James."

Caleb's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained annoyed. "Why are you so childish? Don't you know that kind of small thing will be caught in a minute in DdB?"

Sophia apologized, "I'm sorry."

Caleb sighed. "Sophi, you're going to study abroad."

Hearing that Sophia begged, "Please, I don't want to go."

Caleb's expression turned firm. "Sophia, don't make me say it twice."

Caleb's mother, Amelia, who had been listening in silence, stood up with a deep breath. "Sophia, obey your brother. Leave tomorrow."

Sophia quickly grasped her mother's hand. "Mom, I'll do whatever you say, but please, not abroad."

Amelia pushed Sophia's hand away. "Sophia, what didn't I teach you that you turned out like this? You don't even have 1% of your brother's integrity."

Looking at both her children, Amelia sighed angrily. "Why do my children always want to go against me? Go and learn from your mistakes. What if this had reached the employees? It would have jeopardized your brother's chance to become director too."

Amelia's anger boiled over. "And as for that security guard, I'll take care of him. This is the last time, Sophia. I warned you."

Abigail was busy handling a group of customers when she answered the call. "Is this Miss Abigail's phone?" a voice asked.

"Yes, who is it?" Abigail replied, gesturing to Harper and Mason to take over for her.

"I am Caleb Lane, MD of DdB," Caleb introduced himself.

Abigail's tone turned playful. "Oh, Mr. Incurable Disease. Why did you call me if you don't want to see me again?"

Caleb hesitated for a moment before responding, "I called to apologize. We learned that you weren't the one who stole the file."

Abigail's expression relaxed, and she said with a chuckle, "What a joke! Apologize to me in person."

"Okay, I will," Caleb agreed.

"Okay, I'll send you the location and time," Abigail said before abruptly hanging up the phone. She mumbled to herself, "Caleb Lane, what a funny person you are."

After finishing her part-time job as a waitress, Abigail hopped on her scooter and headed to a nearby cafe. She took a moment to compose herself, exuding confidence before walking in.

As she entered, her eyes scanned the room and landed on Caleb, who was already seated at a table, holding a copy of her proposal page. Without exchanging a greeting, Abigail strode confidently over to the table and sat down across from Caleb, immediately capturing his attention.

"Why did you want to meet me?" Abigail asked, her eyes fixed on Caleb.

Caleb placed the proposal page on the table and said, "To apologize. I am sorry."

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Say it like you mean it."

"I do mean it," Caleb insisted.

"This girl really gets under my skin," he thought to himself, feeling a surge of frustration.

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Okay."

Caleb felt his frustration grow. "Did she just roll her eyes at me?" he thought, his annoyance simmering just below the surface.

"Have you found a job?" Caleb asked, calming down his nerves.

Abigail's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Why? You're accepting my proposal again?" Her gaze landed on the proposal page on the table.

Caleb nodded, "yes."

Abigail's excited expression returned, and Caleb couldn't help but push a thin smile, pleased to see her enthusiasm.

Clearing his throat, Caleb asked, "So, you run a boutique?"

Abigail's hand fluttered to her hair, and she replied, "Not a large boutique, just a small one."

Caleb's eyes narrowed slightly. "Can I see your office and warehouse?"

Abigail whispered, "Office?" as if taken aback by the question.

Caleb's expression turned inquiring. "Why? You don't have an office? Don't you have a company name for your clothing line?"

Abigail's voice was steady. "Of course, we do. Shine Apparel."

Caleb pressed on, his tone professional. "Okay, how many products do you produce in a month?"

Abigail replied, "10-15."

Caleb's expression turned skeptical, and he let out a sigh. "That won't do."

"How much do we need to produce?" Abigail asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Caleb leaned back in his chair. "It depends, but 10-15 is very low. We'll have two live shows on the channel, and we'll need at least 30 products."

Abigail nodded, determination etched on her face. "Okay, I'll work on that."

She paused, her eyes sparkling with hope. "So, can my products be sold on the TV home shopping channel?"

Caleb's response was blunt. "No."