Chapter 3

Project Polaris was the company's most important overseas acquisition this year. I'd worked on it for an entire year and had successfully negotiated every single harsh clause. Now, at the very last moment, she wanted me to hand it over to an intern who couldn't even understand a financial statement?

I guffawed. This was truly ridiculous.

I looked at Naomi, the woman I had shared instant noodles with for a year, lived in a basement with for three, and helped rise to the position of CEO with my own hands. How could she have turned into someone like this?

"Ms. Prescott." I stood up and slowly straightened the cuff of my suit. "I'll say this one last time. My team does not support dead weight."

Then, without sparing another glance at her or Matthias, who stood beside her with a glint in his eyes, I turned and left.

Naomi's angry voice rang out behind me. "Who do you think you're giving an attitude to, Kieran Whitlock? If you don't want to work here, leave!"

I yanked the ID badge from around my neck and tossed it into the trash can. "Fine by me."

I returned to my office and started packing my belongings. In truth, there wasn't much to pack. Over the years, I had poured my entire heart and soul into the company, leaving me with a pitiful amount of personal belongings.

Julian Navarro, one of my subordinates, rushed in after me and clamped his hand over mine. "Kieran, are you really leaving?"

His eyes were red. "What's going to happen to the company? What will we do without you?"

I patted him on the shoulder. "Jules, remember, the world doesn't stop for anyone. However, some people, once torn from the soil that nurtures them, are nothing but weeds left to wither."

I placed a USB drive into his hand. "This contains all of my project reviews and client data backups over the years. There are things in there that will prove useful to you. As for everything else, it's out of our hands."

Less than an hour after I left, Naomi's decision was announced to the entire company via an internal email. I, Kieran Whitlock, had been relieved of my position as investment director for undermining team collaboration. The position will be temporarily filled by Matthias, an intern assistant to the CEO.

The second the email hit inboxes, the whole company erupted. I simply sat quietly in my cleared-out office, waiting for the final document—the handover document.

Matthias walked in with the stride of a victor. The human resource representative followed behind him.

He tossed a document onto my desk, raising his chin so high it was practically touching the ceiling. "Sign it, Kieran. Once you hand over Project Polaris, you can scram!"

I picked up the document. It was the final quotation contract for Project Polaris. All it required was my signature, followed by the corporate seal, before it could be officially sent to the other party.

I reviewed the pages carefully. The preceding clauses were all terms I had negotiated word for word, so I knew them by heart. But when I reached the price column on the last page, my pupils dilated in an instant.

I looked up at Matthias. My voice wasn't loud, but every single person in the office could hear me clearly. "The total project value is one billion dollars, Matthias. Why on earth did you fill in ten billion?"