The Undercover Billionaire Beside Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

The night felt interminable after I finally cleared the mountain of work on my desk. I had just stumbled upon a bitter reality: the finances of the company I worked for were in shambles. Yet, as a "green" new hire, I knew my position wasn't strong enough to do anything. My superiors seemed shrouded in a collective fear, refusing to expose the rot. They deliberately turned a blind eye, treating the corruption like an open secret that was better left undisturbed.I shut down my computer, letting the darkness slowly creep in from the corners of the room. Since it was already quite late, I hurriedly packed my things. As I opened the drawer to grab my bag, my eyes landed on the stack of documents Dominic had entrusted to me earlier that afternoon."Where did he go? Why hasn't he shown his face all day?" I murmured, puzzled. I stared at the thick files with hesitation. For safety’s sake, I made sure to lock the drawer securely.I made it out of the office just in time, specifically, right b

That night, the cold air couldn't seem to penetrate my skin. I walked slowly, my mind stuck on a loop, replaying Dominic’s words over and over again.I should contact him once I arrive? Was he serious? Was he actually worried about me? But... why? Does he like me?"Oh, come on, Daisy. Don't get ahead of yourself," I muttered to myself. Dominic was such a handsome man; there was no way he could like a girl like you.I remained trapped in an internal tug-of-war—feeling a spark of confidence one second, only to deny it the next. It kept swirling in my head until I finally reached the door of my rented room."So... do I really have to call him?" I whispered. For some reason, I could feel my cheeks suddenly burning hot.I quickly changed my clothes. Instead of calling him right away, I sat on the edge of my bed, clutching a towel, getting ready to shower."Maybe I shouldn't call... but what if he's waiting?" I grumbled while staring at my dark phone screen.Driven by a sudden impulse, my f

It was a frantic morning. I immediately set to work making copies of the financial reports. Following Dominic’s advice, I didn’t just copy them; I surreptitiously duplicated everything. I stored all the critical data on a dedicated flash drive, merging it with the files Jovanca had sent me. I had to ensure everything was securely backed up before handing them back to Mrs. Cynthia, our new manager, by noon.“Is it done?” Mrs. Cynthia’s sharp voice suddenly cut through the air as she approached Jovanca’s desk.“It’s finished, Ma'am,” Jovanca replied calmly.“Good. Have you sent the files to my email?” Mrs. Cynthia asked, immediately peering at Jovanca’s laptop screen with a scrutinizing gaze.“Of course, Ma'am.”“Good then.” Mrs. Cynthia straightened her posture and looked at us both coldly. “Since the files are now in my possession, all data on your end and Daisy’s must be deleted immediately. You are just administrative staff; there is no need for you to interfere with or retain compa