The Grand Wedding That Ceased to Exist
My fiance, Eric Powell, hopes that I can give up on my spot as a candidate and transfer him the 5% of shares I have in order to become the biggest shareholder in the company. He promises me that once everything is done, he'll host the grandest wedding of the century for me.
I accept his conditions. But the next day, I notice his first love, Eunice Decker, posting a share transfer agreement on her social media feed. Eric's name can be seen scrawled on the person who's making the transfer.
After a brief moment of shock, I leave a comment.
"Now that you've already accepted his proposal gift, when can we attend your wedding?"
Eunice breaks down on the spot. Then, she screams about wanting to jump off the 22nd floor.
In order to coax her, Eric demands that I delete my comment immediately and apologize to Eunice in front of everyone. He also wants to pay Eunice my three months' worth of salary just to compensate for her mental health.
All of my colleagues begin murmuring to each other, hoping to see me humiliate myself on the spot.
I let out a cold chuckle. But not only do I apologize to Eunice, but I also take the initiative to transfer the project I'm in charge of to her.
Having noted how understanding I am, Eric says to me happily, "I'll definitely make sure that you're the center of the attention in our upcoming wedding that will be held half a month later. On top of that, I'll also reward you with a honeymoon around the globe!"
What he doesn't know is that our wedding will never exist the moment he decides to absorb my shares.