Chapter 37: The Pool Party

“Fuck you, Ivor,” I shouted as soon as I entered my room. Ivor never gave me any satisfactory explanation, even though I almost begged him.

“Don't waste your time. Get ready for tonight's party, maybe you'll meet potential investors,” I parodied what he told me.

I didn't have the enthusiasm to continue my work. I took my phone from my bag, and I answered Mr. Ahmed's message, his request for a meeting, sloppily.

However, I hesitated after I finished writing the message. This sloppy reply from me could make the end of my social relationship with him.

"Ok, let's think carefully, Lia, Mr. Ahmed is an enormous piece of cake and you want it. However, Ivor will kick you out of the project you're in if you contact Mr. Ahmed,” I closed my eyes, saying to myself. “Ok, you won't be able to stay in the project if you contact Mr. Ahmed. Ivor's not kidding. You're not leaving the project at all costs. So - what do you keep in contact with Mr. Ahmed for?"

I clearly understood what I should choos