When I finished packing my luggage In the evening, Harry had not come home yet.
Well, it’s also good this way. I can wholeheartedly settle everything
I took out my resignation letter, pondering how to approach him.
But what I saw was like an explosion in the workplace: “What did I see? Our iceberg Mr. Mooney was holding a beautiful woman and entering the office!”
“Yeah, yeah, this was the first time, I saw it was so intense that even stockings were thrown outside!”
“But wasn’t it said that Mr. Mooney had a girlfriend, but he loved her so much that he protected her very well?”
“I also remember it that way, it seems like it was still at our company.”
1 held my breath and slowly scrolled through the intimate photos that my colleagues had secretly taken of the two people.
Janet must have just come back from drinking, and she drunkenly collapsed onto Harry, holding in her hand the formal bag containing the scart.
She threw it on the ground like trash, while Harry patiently comforted her, humbly concealing his usual commanding presence as a CEO.
I scrolled to the end, my hand trembled, and I accidentally tapped Harry
The moment I spoke up, there was silence in the crowd, and no one dared to imagine that I could make such a big mistake.
Until Harry had read all the messages, he pulled Janet in.
Janet sweetly greeted everyone and introduced herself.
“Alterwards, I was in charge of the Sales Department. Please give me your guidance.
dup again, with everyone flatteringly patting each other’s backs.
The group instantly boiled up.
“Wow, aren’t you our landlady!”
“You can tell she’s a beauty just by looking at her profile picture. Mr. Mooney is really lucky!”
“Yeah, in the future, we could enjoy beautiful women and get paid for it.”
I instantly felt like a sewer rat, unable to obtain the status and respect that I had been striving for eight years, while Janet could effortlessly get it without any effort.
So, I inexplicably posted my resignation application in the group and mentioned Har
Harry immediately replied, “What the hell are you up to?”
Perhaps afraid that I spoke too much in the group, not even five minutes had passed when he banged the door loudly.
He walked over with a furious expression on his face, tightly gripping my hand. He spilled the coffee that was brewing bitter scent
“Valery, what did you post in the group?”
“Making you line up, always having conflicts with me until now? Do you have any intention?”
