From the passenger seat, Sheldon heard Christopher sobbing and shouting. He frowned, exasperated. Why had Christopher mistreated Melody? He deserved it.

Only days ago, he'd advised Christopher to be true to his heart. Christopher had been adamant he wouldn't regret it. But now, no matter his grandson's pleas and cries, Daniel remained resolute. His intention to reconcile them had vanished. Without sympathy, Daniel hung up. He could only say, "You don't deserve Melody at all."

In the backseat, Christopher tried calling Daniel again, but he didn't answer. Heartbroken and regretful, the usually prideful and indifferent Christopher bawled. He looked like an abandoned dog, curled into a ball, crying his heart out.

Meanwhile, across town in the Central Business District, Melody stepped from a cab. Before her rose a skyscraper piercing the clouds. Anthony's company occupied the entire twelfth floor. She walked towards the building; her new life as an office worker had begun.

Waiting for the elevator, her phone pinged. Anthony asked her location. She replied she was on the first floor, waiting during rush hour. She'd arrived early for her interview, ensuring she'd be on time even with elevator delays. Andrew replied, "Okay."

Melody waited patiently. Three minutes later, she heard a throat clearing. Turning, she saw Anthony. "Anthony," she said, surprised.

"Come over here. It's faster this way." He waved her towards the VIP elevator. Melody went without hesitation.

Those waiting for the regular elevator watched a handsome man at the VIP elevator entrance. It was reserved for executives. They envied the woman he'd greeted.

"Isn't that Mr. Zeller? Our president!" they whispered. The elevator doors closed. "Who was that lady? She looked young," someone murmured. "I think I heard him call her name, but she's probably a business partner, not a colleague."

In the VIP elevator, Melody asked, "Why did you come down? I could have gone up myself."

"The regular elevator's crowded. I'll have someone get you a card for this one. You can use it from now on," Anthony said.

"It's probably reserved for higher-ups. I'm fine with the regular elevator," Melody replied. She knew, even without corporate experience, that only Anthony had access and likely needed a card.

"You're a company shareholder. The card is an entitlement," Anthony smiled.

Melody understood and accepted. The VIP elevator was spacious and bright. Anthony looked at her in the polished door panel. "You look beautiful today. That outfit suits you very well," he complimented.

Melody looked down at her khaki blazer dress, white shirt, and nude heels.