I Was Done Being Second

Just then, my phone rang.

"Mr. Frank and I will be there soon, Mr. Watson. Is the contract ready at your end?"

Remembering that we still had important business to handle, I rushed downstairs and stopped Rosetta.

"You can't leave now! Mr. Frank is almost here. We haven't finalized the deal or signed the contract—"

Rosetta cut me off and said anxiously, "I'm leaving the deal in your hands. You're in charge."

I shook my head and negotiated, "No. This deal is worth hundreds of millions. Mr. Frank said he would only believe in our company's sincerity if you negotiated with him personally. It's just a light bulb.

"Kevin can get the property manager to fix it. Can't you tell what matters most at a critical moment like this?"

Just as Rosetta hesitated, Kevin suddenly screamed over the phone. "Ms. Walter, I fell because I couldn't see. It hurts so much..."

In that split second, she shoved me aside while saying, "You've been handling this deal all along. It makes no difference whether I'm there or not. However, Kevin is different. He needs me."

With that, she started the car and drove away.

I stood there with a bitter smile.

Last year, I had a high fever. Half-conscious, I called her and asked her to take me to the hospital. At that time, she told me she was busy negotiating an important deal and couldn't leave, and that I should call an ambulance myself.

But now, for Kevin, she was willing to abandon a deal worth hundreds of millions.

He and I really were different. After all, as Rosetta's actual boyfriend, I wasn't even comparable to Kevin.

With that, I returned to the private dining room alone.

A short while later, Mr. Frank arrived with his assistant. When he saw that I was the only one there, he frowned and asked, "Ms. Walter certainly thinks highly of herself. I can't believe she expects me to wait for her!"

Seeing that Mr. Frank was already displeased, I would normally have made excuses for Rosetta and done everything I could to appease him. But now, I no longer wanted to cover for her.

If she didn't care about her own company's projects, why should I worry?

Hence, I told Mr. Frank honestly, "Ms. Walter's assistant had a broken light bulb at home, so she's heading over to get it replaced. That's why she couldn't make it to this meeting."

Hearing my words, Mr. Frank stared at me in disbelief. He clearly hadn't expected such a ridiculous excuse.

Furious, he stood up and stormed out with his assistant.

"Tell Ms. Walter that if she doesn't take my company seriously, there's no need for us to work together again!"

…

As I took out my phone to forward Mr. Frank's exact words to Rosetta, I saw Kevin's new social media post.

"My light bulb broke, and one phone call was all it took to get my boss here. Have you guys ever experienced the feeling of security when someone comes running whenever you call?"

Then, he attached two photos. In the first, she stood on a small stool, changing the light bulb. The second showed the two of them sharing a bowl of instant noodles under the dim light.