“Does the whole world have to revolve around you?”

I freed one hand and rapped my knuckles on the desk.

“Cut the crap that has nothing to do with the project. $170,000. What's your plan?”

His eyes were bloodshot.

“If taking the job means losing money, then we drop the client!”

I let out a cold laugh.

“Do you even remember how many drinks we had, how many all-nighters we pulled to land this client in the first place?”

“And beyond this one project, we have other contracts with them! If we walk away, how many more $170,000 losses are we looking at?”

“Ronald, have you completely lost your mind?”

He shot me an impatient glance, muttering “so petty” under his breath,

and then,

pulled out a bank card and flung it in my face.

“It's just $170,000. I'll cover it for her. Happy now?”

My cheek stung, but I was eerily calm.

The boy who once thought a twelve-dollar plate of fried rice was too expensive,

now tossing around $170,000 without blinking.

He'd already forgotten how many people's livelihoods were in our hands.

This was never just about the money.

Or maybe he knew. He just didn't care.

Since he didn't care about $170,000,

what about a hundred times that?

I wanted to see if he'd be just as indifferent then.

I met my best friend Natalie Simmons for afternoon tea.

She hadn't even finished cursing Ronald out when I got a message from Renee.

“Ms. Whitmore, get back to the office now!”

The moment I reached my office door,

I saw Eileen directing people to move my desk.

Contracts, documents, all of it scattered across the floor.

Years of work, built up piece by piece.

Who the hell did she think she was?

“Put everything down. Now!”

I closed the distance in three strides and slapped Eileen across the face.

“Who told you to touch my things?”

Eileen clutched her cheek, but her eyes were defiant.

“Ronald said you lost a major deal and don't deserve this office anymore. He wants you working in one of the cubicles out in the open area.”

He must have heard the commotion.

Ronald showed up.

He took one look at the mess on the floor, and something flickered in his eyes.

“Eileen, I told you to notify her. Who said you could move her stuff?”

Eileen lowered her hand, revealing the red handprint on her cheek, and looked up at Ronald with wide, pitiful eyes.

He caved instantly.

“Aria, this was my call. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me.”

“But rules are rules. Eileen sent the bottom-line pricing, sure, but it was someone on your team who handed it to her. You bear direct responsibility.”

He sighed, placing both hands on my shoulders.

“I saw you bought a plane ticket.”

“I can't go back with you, though.”

“Why don't you use this as a chance to take a few days off and visit home, hm?”

I shook his hands off.

“Who asked you to come? I'm going home because……”

He scoffed：“To find a husband?”

“Drop the threats. Eileen already told me. Your village doesn't have any tradition about women having to go back and marry by thirty.”

Eileen chimed in：“Aria, don't blame me for telling him. I just couldn't stand watching you lie to him anymore.”

I looked her over, calm and measured.

A designer suit. Chanel earrings. A Louis Vuitton bag.

None of it matched her salary,

and all of it was a far cry from the girl I'd first met.

Back then, she'd been grateful to the point of tears because I'd paid her tuition.

I bought her first outfit for college.

I went with her to open her first bank account.

The first time she ever had a buffet, I was the one who took her.

She told me once that when she made something of herself, she'd repay me.

And now here she was, draped over my boyfriend's arm,

dressed head to toe in things he'd bought her, telling me she felt sorry for him because I'd been taking advantage of him.

Even if it meant throwing away my own dignity, I was done saving theirs.

I pulled a stack of printed pages from my bag.

And read them out loud in front of every single colleague：

“Three months ago, my boyfriend booked a hotel room with you. The room and the condoms came to $580.”

“Two months ago, he bought you a limited-edition handbag worth $1,020.”

“One week ago, he bought you a ring worth $12,600.”

……

“Every single item has receipts and photos. So go ahead, tell me. Who's the one getting played here?”

Whispers rippled through the office,

and more than a few colleagues weren't bothering to hide their disgust.

Ronald's face cycled between white and red.

I directed people to move my things back to their original places,

and even when Ronald tried to stop them, no one listened.

Renee went a step further, her voice dripping with sarcasm：“Ms. Whitmore, let me spray some rubbing alcohol around your office. Reeks of homewrecker in here. Can't even breathe!”

She sprayed it all over both of them.

In the end, Ronald could only manage a few sputtering repetitions of “Fine, fine, you all just wait!”

Then he grabbed Eileen and left.

I'd barely sat down after putting everything back in order when my phone rang. It was Elder Hargrove.

“Aria, are you sure you're coming home?”

“If you're sure, I'll have the Pruitt boy meet you at the train station.”

A smile spread across my face for the first time in a long while.

“Already bought my ticket, but don't tell Grandma Millie yet. I want to surprise her!”

Elder Hargrove's voice brightened instantly.

He said "wonderful" about three times before hanging up.

Our village didn't actually have any tradition about marrying by thirty, but my grandma was eighty years old.

She couldn't afford to wait.

Ever since the fallout between Ronald and me,

the two of them had grown bolder by the day.

As if they were finally free to stop hiding,

or as if they wanted to rub it in.

They were inseparable around the office.

Whenever Ronald attended an event, his plus-one was now Eileen.

She'd even started playing boss's wife at the company, ordering colleagues around like they answered to her.

Just waiting for me to leave so she could slide right into my seat.

Renee couldn't stand them and vented to me about it more than once.

I patted her on the shoulder.

“Hold steady. Let her have her fun.”

By the fifth time Eileen tried to provoke me and I refused to take the bait,

she finally couldn't keep up the act.

She barged into my office without knocking.

“Ronald doesn't want you anymore. Why are you still clinging to this place?”

I casually reached over and straightened the lapel of her brand-new designer blazer.

My tone couldn't have been more indifferent：

“Men. Their love follows their money.”

“You do know I own forty-nine percent of this company, right? How much do you own?”

“Tell you what, let's make a bet. If he's willing to give you ten percent of his shares, I'll forfeit mine and walk out the door.”

“If he won't, then you're the one walking. Deal?”

The color drained from her face.

But she still nodded：“Deal! Don't come crying when you lose!”

A few days later, Eileen walked into my office with Ronald in tow.

She slapped a share transfer agreement down on my desk.

I looked at clause two: fifteen percent, transferred to her name. I laughed out loud.

“Aria, quit the act. Pack your things and get out!”

Ronald glanced at me, just a flicker of something uneasy in his expression.

“Aria, don't blame me for siding with her. It's just a bet. Think of it as a consolation prize for the girl.”

Then he shifted gears.

“But we're businesspeople. Our word is our bond. Even a private wager deserves an honest payoff.”

“But don't worry. Even though you're giving up your shares, I'll still marry you. From now on, you'll be Mrs. Hull.”

“Your monthly allowance will only go up, never down.”

“As for Eileen, I won't let her show up in front of you or challenge your position as Mrs. Hull.”

After all these years, he hadn't improved in any other way, but he'd sure learned how to have his cake and eat it too.

“Ronald, you really have it all figured out, don't you? I'm supposed to give up my dividend-paying shares and go home to be some kept woman with her palm facing up?”

“I don't want it!”

Eileen pulled out a recording of me. My own voice played back clearly, saying I'd honor the bet and give up my shares.

Then she handed me a voluntary equity relinquishment agreement.

Renee's eyes went red as she lunged to grab it. I stopped her.

Then I picked up a pen and signed.

Eileen's face flushed with excitement.

Something complicated flickered through Ronald's eyes, but satisfaction won out in the end.

I set the pen down and asked：“Satisfied?”

Ronald nodded and announced to everyone：

“From now on, Eileen is my partner. She'll be taking over Aria's position.”

Some people felt the chill of what that meant for them. Others were already falling over themselves to suck up.

“We'll absolutely follow Ms. Fletcher's lead from now on.”

“What are you standing around for? Get Ms. Whitmore's things out of there and make room for Ms. Fletcher!”

The insulated tumbler Ronald once bought me was knocked to the floor, dented on impact.

The blanket I'd knitted by hand fell to the ground and got trampled under several pairs of shoes.

Even the orchid I'd been growing had its branches snapped off.

But I didn't stop them. I didn't get angry.

I just remembered the day we'd first moved in, when he'd picked me up and spun me around.

“Aria, we did it! This is our empire!”

My vision blurred for a second, then cleared.

I stood there, watching the place I'd poured years of my life into

get hollowed out piece by piece.

Until the nameplate on the door changed from "Director Whitmore's Office" to "Director Fletcher's Office."

Only then did I turn around

and walk straight into Ronald's office.

I sat down in his chair.

I said：“Ronald, you're fired.”