Tyler’s handwriting was messy, full of personality, yet still recognizable. That was exactly what made things so difficult.

Rachel took in a deep breath, picked up the pen, and tried copying it twice on scrap paper. It ended up looking nothing like his handwriting.

Yale wiped at the sweat on his forehead.

“Ms. Lloyd, that’s why I told you before that this n might not work. Stealing Mr. Hunt’s seal would’ve been the easy part. The hardest thing is imitating his signature. It’s nearly impossible. I’ve tried copying it myself before, but it’s hopeless. If the signature looks even slightly off, people will notice right away,

and if that happens, nothing can pass thepany review.”

Rachel’s palms were a little sweaty now. She was nervous that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

“Don’t rush me. Let me try again.”

She studied Tyler’s handwriting closely, tracing every curve and stroke. It had a lot of connected lines. She had dabbled a little in cursive writing before, but she hadn’t expected his handwriting to be this

intricate.

Well, his name wasn’t exactly simple either.

Rachel spent another ten minutes practicing before handing her attempt over to Yale.

“So? Does this look a bit closer now?b” /b

Yale took it, nced at it, and looked pleasantly surprised. “Yeah, it’s starting to resemble it.”

Rachel sighed in relief before flexing her cramped fingers. “I’ll try again. In the meantime, get out his

Yale scratched his head awkwardly. “About that… Mr. Hunt’s seal requires a password. It’s locked inside

his safe.”

Rachel froze mid–stroke and stared nkly at Yale. The next moment, she felt like a volcano about bto /berupt. She nted one hand on her hip while leaning against Tyler’s desk.

“So let me get this straight. First, you make me copy his signature, and now you expect me to magically know the password to his safe–what, am I supposed to be the worm living in Tyler’s stomach?”

Yale gave an embarrassed chuckle and rubbed the back of his head.

b“/bbMs. /bLloyd, don’t be upset. If I’d told you all this in advanceb, /byou might’ve refused. But thepany’s in crisisb–/bbwe /bcan’t just sit back and do nothing, rightb?/bb” /b

b“/bYou should’ve told me the whole truth! Look at us now–his signature isn’t even fully figured out yet, and you’re dumping another mess in myp!”

Rachel felt her head spinning. Both the signature and the seal were indispensable; missing either one

would ruin everything.

She pushed her bangs aside and massaged her temples. Comining was useless now–better bto /bjust focus on the problem in front of her.

Just as she was about to try writing again, a brilliant idea popped into her mind.

“Yale, do we have the kind of practice paper–like the ones kids use when learning cursive writing? bYou /b

know, the kind youy over the writing and trace the strokes through?”

b“/bOh! We do, we do! I’ll go ask one of the other employees. I remember one of them–she’s a single mom- her kid’s been practicing cursive writingtely. Since she can’t leave him home alone after school, she

brings him here sometimes.”

Rachel was intrigued. “But isn’t that usually againstpany policyb?/b”

In a big firm like Tyler’s, where every employee’s work was crucial and even the smallest mistake could cause huge losses, this would normally be forbidden.

Mostpanies require employees to have undivided attention while at work.

Yale exined, “This was personally approved by Mr. Hunt. He said if those single moms left their kids at

home alone, that’s when they’d be truly distracted. A child alone could get into trouble, and the mother

would never be able to concentrate at work. Better to let them bring the kid here, where she can keep an

eye on him. Then she can work without worry.”

Rachel couldn’t help but give Tyler a mental thumbs–up.

b“/bNo wonder Tyler has achieved what he has. It’s not just ability. His vision is on another level.”