Chapter 3

Seeing that I was silent, Gina naturally presumed that I was cowed by Josh's name. She swiped the glass and documents on my desk, sending everything crashing down to the floor.

Then, sitting on my leather chair, she kicked her shoes off and placed her pudgy legs on the desk. "What are you looking at?! This place is my backyard—I can do whatever I want! Timmy can sleep here from now on, since he always takes naps in the afternoon, and it's noisy outside!"

I stared at the mess on the floor, holding back the impulse to throw her and her son out of the window.

Pointing at the cameras, I growled icily, "Dream on. You are already guilty of disturbing a workplace and vandalizing personal property. The cameras would have captured it. Should damages be found to cost above $500, it's a lawsuit. Now, leave, or I'm calling security."

Gina smacked my desk as he laughed. "Security?! Go on, call them up! Everyone here knows that Josh Liston is Timmy's uncle! They won't dare to touch us even if they show up!"

Giving me a once-over, she then flashed a sleazy, contemptible smile.

"Just look at those pretty cheeks," she said with a snort. "Which rich chick did you sleep with for this job? Word of advice: keep your mouth shut and don't act like you're actually working an honest job, and I might be nice enough to talk to Josh about giving you a promotion."

I laughed despite myself, but before I could speak, Gina suddenly straightened, her eyes fixed on the blueprint on my table.

I had spent three sleepless nights fixing it.

It was going to be our main piece to bid for a $300 million project which the company's future hinged upon… And Gina promptly snatched it and passed it to Timmy. "There, baby! With this, let's see who still dares to accuse you of slacking off!"

Timmy took it, pointing at the lines and letters on it while exclaiming, "Yay! You're the best, Mommy! I'll draw Peppa Pig on this!"

My face dropped, and I bellowed, "Put it down! You have no business touching it!"

Timmy flinched for a second, but he soon yelled back, "Bad man! You yelled at me! I'll touch it even more!"

He then pulled hard, tearing a slit at the edge of the blueprint right then!

I rushed up to take it back when Gina, a mound of flesh, crashed into me.

"Are you trying to hit my son?! How dare you!" she shrieked as she shielded Timmy, not even bothered to think about what she was saying. "It's just a stupid piece of paper! How much is it worth?! Get your hands off right now! Unlike you, my baby's creative prowess is priceless! Heck, I'll pay you ten bucks for it!"

When Timmy saw me reaching for it, he hid the blueprint behind him while shrieking, "I want it! Give it to me, or I'll tell Uncle Josh! Uncle Josh will fire you!"

I withheld the rage inside me, my glare ice-cold as I growled, "That blueprint is the draft for the $300 million project in the afternoon. You can't afford it!"