"This is too despicable, isn’t it?"
Paul said angrily. "Isn’t this clearly trying to screw you over?"
Grace also frowned. "There’s got to be soone pocketing those commissions."
"So, don’t bother trying to persuade . I’ve had enough. This company is too damn heartless."
Paul knew he couldn’t convince anymore, saying, "I feel powerless hearing you say that. With a sixty million project in your hands, any company would treat you like a treasure. I wish you good luck. Perhaps one day, if I can’t make it here, I’ll need your guidance."
Grace looked complex, especially since these past few days, she had been flaunting her skills in front of for the project assistant position, sacrificing quite a lot.
I didn’t say much. Fueled by anger, I stord out of the company in a huff!
However, as I stepped out and felt the wind, I sobered up a bit, feeling so apprehension.
It wasn’t regret for my actions, but the difficulty of explaining to Edward and George.
I had prepared the project progress report and plan, which they had already reviewed with no major issues.
Even if I moved to another company, as long as I followed the previous plan, it should be fine. The problem was whether they could afford any delays: ti is money in business. This was the biggest issue I faced at the mont.
If I couldn’t take both projects with , I’d beco the laughingstock, the biggest loser.
Just then, Mary ssaged .
Mary: (Are you at the office?)
I replied with a bitter smile.
William: (I’m unemployed!)
She sent a puzzled face emoji, followed by a voice call. "What’s wrong?"
Feeling the pressure mounting, I explained the situation at the company to her. Mary exclaid, "Is this for real? Are your bosses out of their minds?"
"This project can’t proceed without you. I’ll call them right now. Anyone who dares to bully you, we won’t cooperate with them."
Before I could respond, she hung up. When I tried calling back, she was already on the line.
I was touched by her support. What do I have to fear when Mary backs up like this?
What am I afraid of? The worst that can happen is nothing, right?
I knew my biggest concern was Lucy, afraid of disappointing her.
But in life, if you don’t take risks, what’s the point of living? After so thought, I called George, who quickly answered. "What’s up, William!"
"George, sothing has happened on my end with the project..."
I was a bit anxious, but after I explained, George nonchalantly said, "It’s a minor hiccup. You’ve got this. Rember, Edward and I value you, not Skylight. While Skylight is one of the best among many advertising agencies, they’re not irreplaceable."
What more could I say? Besides being moved, all I could do was express my gratitude, continuously thanking him.
"And right now, Edward’s new machine isn’t in place yet. If he starts advertising now, he might incur losses. So take it slow, he won’t mind."
George’s words reassured .
"But let ask you, are you really sure about leaving Skylight?" George asked.
I fell silent. People tend to stick with what’s familiar. After spending so long at a company, the idea of leaving can be daunting.
I thought about the oppression I had endured for over a year. Should I just let it go like this?
Moreover, I had made progress at Skylight. Did I really want to give that up?
Regarding the strategies for lody and Jessica, was I really willing to abandon them? George chuckled at my silence. "I get it. Seems like you’re not quite ready to leave Skylight just yet. No worries, leave it to . Just sit tight and wait for my word."
"Thank you, George!"
"Thanks for what? It’s nothing!"
George grinned. "It’s sumr now, the off-season for liquor. I’m not in a rush to place ads. But rember, if they call you today, don’t answer. Let them wait. It’s best to post on social dia about going for an interview at another company: they’ll co looking for you."
This tactic was indeed clever.
I nodded repeatedly, saying, "I’ll follow your advice."
"Alright then," George said.
After hanging up, I felt more confident. With Mary and George supporting , I had nothing to fear.
Not long after, lody blew up my phone with calls, but I let them ring out.
Then I rushed to the TV dia building, took a photo, and posted it on social dia.
In less than ten seconds, there were nurous likes and comnts.
Paul: [Damn, you found a new job so quickly?]
Grace: [Eye-rolling emoji.]
lody: [Answer the phone quickly!]
Philip: (No one would want scum like you!)
I imdiately blocked that idiot.
I didn’t reply to them and instead found a coffee shop to sit down.
The calls from lody kept coming, and Paul and Grace were relentless with their texts. All signs pointed to lody pulling the strings.
The other mbers of the Five Group were also urging to co back.
I ignored them all.
Just as I was about to switch to another account to chat with Jessica and the others, a sudden exclamation ca from the next table. "Ah!"
The sound was urgent and brief, followed by silence.
It was still morning, and with the office workers around, the coffee shop wasn’t crowded. The sound was crystal clear.
The coffee shop was known for its tranquility, with curtains separating each seating area. I could roughly tell the sound ca from behind .
I pulled back the curtain and saw two n in caps supporting a woman who seed intoxicated, stumbling with half-closed eyes.
She made no sound, but her expression seed to scream, "Help!"
Help?
Not likely, right?
In broad daylight, and in a public place like this, they shouldn’t have the guts to do so. I must have made a mistake.
Yes, that must be it.
I couldn’t help but think back to the sudden urgent cry from earlier.
Were they playing a ga just now?
I occasionally browse forums where so experts play this kind of ga. In their words, it’s thrilling to play with your heartbeat!
And judging by the flushed face of the woman, struggling to walk straight, they must be deep into so intense gaming!
Soon, the three of them walked over from my side, and I thought to myself, This girl is really pretty. Her skin looks so tender, as if water could be squeezed out of it.
Just then, her mouth moved again, and I didn’t know what she was saying.
"What are you looking at?"
The man wearing a duckbill cap and mask glared at , then quickly left the coffee shop.
I felt a twinge of annoyance, but I kept quiet. Nobody liked being stared at like that, right?
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Okay that’s it for today, I want to shalessly ask for gifts. Thanks...
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