Chapter 4

However, I soon received some good news.

CEO of Prosperis Enterprises, Victor Ross, had texted. "Esme, I've decided to sign that 300-million-dollar deal with you after all! When are you free to come over and look at the contract?"

I smiled as I replied, "Thank you for trusting me! However, I'd like to sign this contract with a different company."

He responded in a flash, "That works! I told you, Verdant Corp is too small-time to house someone of your caliber. I'll be waiting for your good news!"

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Early the next morning, I received an offer from Macrowave Technologies for the position of Sales Director, which was a massive step up from my current role as a team leader.

To be honest, I wasn't someone who cared much about fame or fortune. The former chairman of Verdant Corp had once helped me, and I was more than willing to devote my youth and passion to Verdant Corp.

However, ever since the former chairman passed away and the company was taken over by his nephew, Emmett Price, the current boss, things had gotten tricky for me.

The position of Sales Director—which was set in stone for me—went to Mr. Price's son, Patrick Price, who had just returned from studying abroad. I had intended to let it go, but in my previous life, he had also played a part in framing me and driving me to my death.

Just then, the office door swung open. It was Fiona and Daphne.

Fiona strutted in on her high heels before tossing a document onto my desk. "Here's the performance report for this quarter, Esme. Sign it."

I adjusted my glasses, picked up the report, and pored through it.

Daphne snorted. "Please hurry up, Esme. We still have work to do!"

I completely ignored their blatant provocation and leisurely went through the report. "No can do. This is my job. Besides, I have to be thorough. I can't risk letting people throw dirt on me, now can I?"

As soon as my words fell, I noticed that their expressions stiffened for a split second. Sure enough, when I ran my fingers over the last page, I felt a distinct difference in the texture of the paper.

My face remained stoic as I picked up my pen and signed my name on the last line.

Fiona and Daphne exchanged a glance. Fiona immediately snatched the report away, as if she was terrified I might take another look. Then, she hurried out of the office with Daphne.

I glanced at the clock, silently counting down the seconds. Sure enough, two minutes later, Mr. Price's furious roar came from his office.

"Esme Myers, get your ass over here!"

I picked up the resignation letter I had written long ago and strolled toward his office.

A crowd had already gathered outside his door, led by Fiona and Daphne, who couldn't hide the triumphant looks on their faces.

There were also some who looked genuinely worried. May was particularly anxious. "Be careful, Esme!"

I shot her a reassuring look, walked past Fiona and Daphne, and pushed the door open.

The moment I opened the door, I lowered my head, and a document whizzed past my head.

Mr. Price hadn't changed a bit across two lifetimes. I couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

"You still have the nerve to smile? Open your damn eyes and look at what you've done!"

I picked up the petition from the floor and slowly placed it in front of Mr. Price. "Why don't you open your eyes and take a closer look, Mr. Price? Is my name really on it?"