บททั้งหมดของ Jackpot in the Office, Pink Slip in Reality: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

He scowled and snapped, "Rebecca, you're quitting drinking? What about the company dinners? Who's going to entertain the investors? Can't your stomach wait two more years for treatment? Do you even realize how important the investment conference in two days is for the company? How can you let a minor health issue interfere with work? This is completely selfish."I met Dr. White's surprised gaze and snorted silently in my mind. Giselle's slight indigestion made him panic, yet my stomach ulcer—even cancer—was apparently just a minor inconvenience in his eyes.I said, "What, the company can't run without me? Isn't Giselle here? You're always praising her work—let her handle the executives. I'm leaving, Vincent. Once I've handed over my responsibilities, I won't have anything to do with the company anymore."Vincent's frown deepened. "You're not exactly young, Rebecca. Giselle is still inexperienced—how could I let her handle those dinners? Stop joking. At your age, do you really thin

Justin had been waiting in the private room for a long time. When Vincent dragged me inside, he immediately came forward, scanning me from head to toe lecherously.Vincent grabbed a bottle of strong liquor from the table and poured it straight into my mouth. "I've brought Rebecca. How much you want to drink tonight is entirely up to you, Mr. Plimpton."The sharp liquor burned as it slid down my throat, twisting my stomach into knots. I couldn't stop gagging, but Vincent showed no hint of mercy.Justin's lecherous gaze lingered over Giselle and me. Suddenly, he slammed a bank card onto the table. "I can invest 100 million dollars in your company, but one of the two women you brought tonight has to stay with me for the night."In a flurry, Vincent pushed Giselle behind him and shoved me forward.My head buzzed as I struggled to break free from Vincent's grip. "Giselle's too young! Don't even think about her. As for Rebecca, do whatever you want with her. She's old enough anyway."T

Vincent snapped, "Giselle, was this your doing? Didn't I make it clear how critical today's conference was? This determines whether Gallagher Group survives or collapses! You swore you had everything under control and that the investments were guaranteed. Tell me, what the hell is this proposal?"Giselle stepped back, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to explain herself. "Mr. Gallagher, I really cared about this conference. That's why I used the stickers I normally put on your car to decorate the proposal. Didn't you say my cartoon stickers were cute and that everyone would like them? If the investors and project owners won't invest in us, it must be Rebecca's fault. After Gallagher Group fired her, she's probably been talking badly about us."Vincent looked at Giselle's pitiful expression, and the scolding he had prepared never left his mouth. He turned toward me and snapped, "Rebecca, was this your doing? Did you go around telling the in

I gave a faint smile and sidestepped his reach. "Vincent, when you sent me to Mr. Plimpton's suite to secure an investment, everything between us ended. Gallagher Group exists because of me, and destroying it would be effortless. I'm doing just fine at Clarke Group, and there's no reason for me to take on a failing company. We'll settle this in court."I turned to walk past him, but he reached out and pulled me back.Vincent fell to his knees with a thud, clutching the hem of my clothes. It was the first time I had seen him cry in eight years. "Rebecca, I know I was wrong. You can destroy the company—I won't hold it against you—but you can't ruin me! Please, Rebecca, just give me one more chance! I can't go to prison. I don't want to go to prison!"His sobs and tears stirred nothing in me. No matter how pitiful he appeared, I summoned the security guards outside to take him away.On the day of the trial, Leona had arranged time off for me so I could attend. Vincent was sentenced