NovelEnglishChapter 490 By Any Means Necessary When Mr. Finnley made his accusation, it wasn't justwho was stunned-everyone in the office seemed taken aback as well. It becclear he was trying to frme in front of everyone. So, this was what it felt like to be cornered. No matter how much I proved my innocence, the other party seemed determined to make my life miserable.
However, when Mr. Finnley noticed my tablet, his pupils narrowed.
"Well, since you've backed up the files, and to avoid delaying the company's progress, I'll put you in charge of everything," he said coldly. "After all, you took a day off. I want to see the final results by tomorrow morning. "If you fail, prepare to be fired. And I'll make sure to note on the system that you were terminated. No other company will ever hire you." His eyes were full of malice as he glared at me.
I bit my lip, barely holding back the urge to smash my tablet in his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLooking at the tablet in my hands, I noticed Jack's electronic signature on it. I wasn't sure if he had seen the signature, but it might have been why he had decided to givea chance.
Still, this project had been a team effort. To expectto wrap it up alone was a challenge. Several colleagues who had becmy friends secretly helpedwith sof the work, but none of them dared to stay late after hours. In the end, I was left alone in the office. For a moment, I found myself missing the tI spent with Crystal and the others.
Anne was the last one to leave the office.
She strutted up to my desk, knocking on the table with a smirk.
"Rinatta, you better work hard, okay? The files are due tomorrow. Mr. Finnley won't let you off the hook if you can't get it done. Well, good luck with that." With that, she turned and sashayed out of the office.
I raised an eyebrow. If I wasn't mistaken, Mr. Finnley had given her a subtle signal earlier. The two of them definitely had ssort of connection.
But now wasn't the tfor gossip. I needed to focus on finishing the work.
Working overtwasn't common in Erewhon, so it didn't take long before the office was completely empty. A few security guards passed by and asked if I was sull working. I told them I hadn't finished yet.
Then, Willis Cornell from HR cby.
swney "Rinatta, still working late? You're really going in," he said, placing a cup of coffee on my desk. "You foreigners really like to work overtime, huh? How exhausting. I just finished my shift myself. When are you done? Do you want to grab dinner?" He openly gavea once-over, and I forced a smile. "Sorry, I need to turn in my work tomorrow, so I'll probably be up-all night. I don't need a late-night snack, but thanks for the coffee." en I knew Willis was interested in me, though I could tell it wasn't genuine affection.
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He probably just wanted to get on my good side because he assumed had connections to Ms. Fanness. When I declined, he didn't seem upset. He just toldto rest well. I thought nothing of it. It was just another small interaction. However, the next morning, a post appeared on the company's forum.
The title, "The Truth Behind the Designer Who Parachuted In", was hard to miss. Within hours, there were thousands of comments.
I only returned haround dawn and was still a bit groggy when m arrived at the officeXAS passed by, my colleagues kept givingsubtle glances. That was when I saw the forum post.
The post contained photos of Willis and me, taken at my desk the night before. He was tall, so when hem leaned ovenne, it looked as though En he was about to kissfrom that angle. The photos were quite intimate, and the comments below made my blood run cold. As I read the comments, I felt a chill settle over me. It was clear now-speople would stop at nothing to sabotage me.
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