Forced to Sleep at Work? Over My Dead Body

Fiona Patel, the leader, looked taken aback. The petition in her hand remained suspended in midair.

She hurriedly said, "Esme, you haven't even taken a look at it. How can you just brush us off?"

Daphne Foster, who was standing behind her, also rushed forward and grabbed my wrist as I was packing up my belongings. "Esme, we literally just need your signature. It'll take two minutes, tops!"

I cast an apathetic glance at them before withdrawing my arm. "My ride will be here in two minutes. If this delays the 300-million-dollar deal I have with Mr. Ross, can either of you bear the consequences?"

Fiona and Daphne exchanged a look. Their eyes were filled with indignation, but they had no choice but to sheepishly withdraw the petition.

Still, I knew the torrential rain was set to last a fortnight. There was no way they would give up that easily.

I sat on the plane bound for Oceana as memories of my previous life surged back into my mind.

I vividly remembered that in my previous life, I had signed the petition without a second thought. Fiona and Daphne had been moved to tears, while the members of Team A had been thrilled.

I had found it amusing, wondering why such a trivial matter had them so excited. However, when my boss, Emmett Price, chewed me out, I realized that my name was the only one left on that petition.

Then, Fiona was sent on the business trip in my place, and the project I had secured was given to Daphne. Even when Mr. Price fired me and ordered me to get out of the company immediately, not a single member of Team A stood up for me.

Later on, I hit one dead end after another during my job search.

One of my former colleagues couldn't bear to watch anymore and told me that the source of the negative rumors about me was the new Team A, led by Fiona and Daphne.

After stealing my project, they had grown immensely successful and gained considerable influence in the industry, yet they still refused to let me, their former leader, off the hook.

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When the plane touched down, I reined in my thoughts.

This time around, I didn't sign it, and I was still the one negotiating the project with Mr. Ross. I had single-handedly secured this deal. Team A could forget about getting a single piece of the pie.

After wrapping up the negotiations, I was scrolling through my phone on the hotel bed when a glaring "99+" caught my attention. It was Team A's group chat.

Fiona had said, "Ugh, none of us can even go home tonight! The office doesn't even have a bed. How are we supposed to sleep?"

Daphne replied, "I know, right? Plus, we still have to pay for this. I'd rather check into a hotel!"

Audrey Sanders added, "I'm so jealous of the people who are staying in hotels. If everyone in our team had signed the petition, Mr. Price probably wouldn't have forced us to stay here!"