Chapter 4

Harvey grew more and more agitated as he cursed, spittle flying everywhere. That crazed, unhinged display of his showed exactly what kind of ugly, pathetic man he really was.

I looked at him calmly and replied, "Since you're being so heartless, I'll pack my things right away and stop being an eyesore."

After picking up my resignation letter, I turned and walked away.

Just as I reached the door, Harvey suddenly rushed forward and grabbed my arm.

"Dana, you're still young and quite pretty, so why not just stick with me? I'll buy you designer bags, luxury cars, and have you live in a big villa."

A wave of revulsion washed over me. Before I knew it, I had grabbed the freshly brewed coffee from the desk and thrown it right at his face.

The scalding coffee streamed down his hair and suit, leaving him looking utterly pathetic and miserable.

With nothing but disgust in my eyes, I said icily, "Harvey, I used to think you had it out for me just because you were jealous of my abilities. I never imagined you harbored such filthy intentions. Wipe that perverted look off your face. I'd rather starve to death than sink to your level!"

Harvey was shaking with rage. He jabbed his finger at me viciously, spewing one vile curse after another.

I ignored his tantrum and walked briskly back to my desk to pack up my things.

My colleagues all stopped what they were doing and looked over with shock.

Bruce was the first to snap out of it. He sidled up to my workstation and said sarcastically, "Oh my, did Mr. Vance fire you? What a shame. I was just thinking that after I land the major deal, I'd treat you to a whole year's worth of instant noodles."

I couldn't be bothered to respond. After all, I was about to be free, so there was no point getting angry at such a petty person.

Seeing that I was ignoring him, Bruce plopped his butt down on my desk and looked down on me condescendingly.

"Let me make one thing clear—you're not walking out of here without doing a proper handover, or you'll live to regret it."

I opened a drawer and took out a stack of documents I had prepared in advance, tossing them at him. Inside was nothing but publicly available information one could find online and some empty, high-sounding jargon.

Meanwhile, I had already quietly taken with me the critical data such as the client contact details, Mr. Garner's personal preferences, and the specific requirements for the deal.

After flipping through the documents casually, Bruce nodded in satisfaction and sneered.

"At least you know what's good for you. But too bad you won't get the chance to ride in the new car Mr. Garner is giving me."

With that, he strutted off haughtily with the documents in his hand.

I continued packing up my personal belongings, the murmur of my colleagues' gossip an unending noise around me.

"Dana was way too impulsive. Going head-to-head with Mr. Vance never ends well."

"Yeah, I mean, even if all she got was instant noodles for her year-end bonus, she should've just sucked it up. After all, it's so hard to find a job these days."

"Honestly, she's just throwing her career away. The dividend on that 500-million-dollar deal would've been huge. Walking away from that is just plain stupid."

Paying no attention to any of it, I shoved the ten cups of instant noodles to the far edge of my desk and left them there. I wasn't about to bring that garbage home.

Once I'd packed up everything, I carried the cardboard box out into the hallway and dialed Mr. Steele's number.

"Mr. Steele, I've already resigned from Cumulus Tech, so I can officially start work tomorrow."

"That's wonderful, Dana," Mr. Stelle replied excitedly. "Your office is all set up already. It's got a great open view and comes fully equipped. Your offer letter is waiting for you too. I'll be at the office personally tomorrow to welcome you."

"Thank you, Mr. Steele." I paused, then added, "But I have one more thing to ask of you. Cumulus Tech will be holding a signing ceremony with Garner Group in three days. I'd like you to arrange for the legal and PR teams to come along. Let's head over there and give them a nice little surprise."

Mr. Steele agreed readily. "No problem. Leave everything to us. We'll make sure you make one hell of an entrance."

I hung up the phone and walked out of the Cumulus Tech building with the cardboard box in my arms. The sunlight spilled over me, warm and empowering.

I glanced back coldly at the building where I'd wasted three years of my life. As for Harvey and Bruce, I'd settle the score with them at the signing ceremony.