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Chapter 4

Author: Enlightened
The slap's force sent Lindsay spinning before she crashed to the floor. Half her face swelled almost instantly, puffing up like a balloon.

She clutched her cheek and stared at me in disbelief. "You... You dare hit me? I'm the finance director! I'm the boss' sister-in-law! You're just a worthless little worker! You're dead!"

Her hair had come loose and hung wildly around her face as she screamed like a madwoman, "Oscar! You're just going to stand there and watch him hit me? Are you even a man? Kill him!"

The Skinner snapped back to attention at her screams. But by then, he had no room left in his head to worry about his sister-in-law getting slapped.

His mind was completely consumed by the 200,000,000-dollar order and Caelum, who could come tearing through the door at any moment.

He scrambled to his feet without even bothering to brush the dust from his clothes.

He hurried toward me with a fawning expression, his entire posture bent low and servile. "Good hit! Good hit! That woman needed to be put in her place. She runs her mouth way too much!

"Manager Coleman! Vice President Coleman! As long as you leave the contract with me, we can wipe the slate clean and forget everything that happened.

"The company will cover that 50,000 dollars. No, I'll cover it myself! Personally! I'll promote you to VP right now. 500,000 dollars a year... No, 1,000,000 dollars!

"You signed this contract, so I'll double your commission to 2%!

"What do you say, Mr. Coleman? That comes out to 4,000,000 dollars!"

The Skinner held up several carrot-thick fingers and waved them in front of my face. He was trying to buy me off.

The moment my coworkers heard that number, their breathing quickened. In a small city like this, 4,000,000 dollars was enough to buy two villas.

Every pair of eyes on me changed. The contempt from moments ago vanished, replaced by envy and longing. Some of them even started chiming in on the Skinner's behalf.

"Anson, Mr. Richmond is showing real sincerity here. Just say yes."

"Yeah, we're all coworkers here. There's no need to make things this ugly."

"That's millions of dollars. Take the money and live well."

I swept a cold gaze across the crowd of fair-weather cowards. All I felt was disgust.

A minute ago, they had practically wished me straight into a prison cell. Now that they saw some value in me, they suddenly wanted to talk about friendship?

I calmly straightened my collar, which someone had yanked crooked, then patted my briefcase. "Mr. Richmond, there's something you may have misunderstood. This contract contains an additional clause. If you don't believe me, take a look at the copy."

I pulled a photocopy from the case and let it fall against his face.

The Skinner fumbled to catch it, his eyes widening as he read. The moment he reached the special provision at the bottom, his face turned as white as paper.

[This contract designates Mr. Anson Coleman as the project's lead officer. Should Mr. Anson Coleman leave the company or be reassigned from this position during the project period, Party A reserves the right to unilaterally terminate the contract, and Party B shall be liable for a breach-of-contract penalty of 50,000,000 dollars.]

"Do you see it clearly now?" I asked coldly. "Cael had this contract drawn up specifically for me. Without me, this contract is nothing but a worthless piece of paper. In fact, it's worse than that. It's a death warrant hanging over this entire company."

The Skinner's hands shook as if he had Parkinson's. The photocopy rattled in his grip.

He finally understood. The man standing before him was no longer some soft target he could squeeze however he pleased.

I was the man who now held his life in my hands.

He could sell everything he owned, including himself, and still not cover the 50,000,000 dollars in penalties.

But the shamelessness baked into his bones soon resurfaced. If the soft approach would not work, he would try the hard one.

The Skinner's eyes turned vicious. He shot the security guards a sharp look. "Block the door! Nobody leaves!"

The guards hesitated, but the murderous look on the Skinner's face made them steel themselves and block the doorway anyway.

The Skinner dropped the act completely and bared his fangs. "Anson, don't push your luck. Do you really think Caelum would go to war with me over some low-level sales rep like you?

"Once a contract is signed, it belongs to the company! As for that clause, I have plenty of ways to make it void.

"All I have to do is keep you here, force you to sign a voluntary resignation statement, or simply make you disappear for a few days...

"I refuse to believe Caelum would tear up a deal over some man who went missing!"

He advanced on me one step at a time, his face twisted with malice. "Hand over the contract! Otherwise, you're not walking out of here on your own two feet today!"

The coworkers around us backed away in fear, terrified that they might end up splattered with blood.

Lindsay climbed back to her feet and shouted viciously, "Break his legs! Let's see him run then! Snap his fingers off one by one! Let's see him sign any contracts after that!"

I looked at the security guards closing in and then at the Skinner's murderous face.

I did not feel even a flicker of panic. Instead, I pulled a voice recorder from my pocket and gently pressed the stop button.

The red indicator light went dark.

I gave the recorder a small shake, then flashed the Skinner a faint smile. "Mr. Richmond, that was quite a performance. If I hand that last part over to the police, do you think they'd call it unlawful detention and extortion?"

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