The codes that were previously calculated would become utterly useless without my core technology.
On top of that, the contract's deadline was fast approaching.
Not only would Rosalie have to pay an astronomical compensation fee, but the company would also be thrown into a crisis.
Meanwhile, Rosalie felt a little guilty when she noticed my continued silence after I gave up my chief engineer position to Harry.
"Alright. Don't just stand there. The luncheon is starting soon," she said coyly. "I specifically ordered the dishes from your favorite restaurant for this awards ceremony."
She haughtily averted her gaze after she was done speaking, as if she was doing me a huge favor by offering me an opportunity to leave with what was left of my dignity.
It was true that when a person was rendered speechless, they would suddenly be overwhelmed with the urge to laugh.
Disgust roiled in my gut at just the thought of having to eat lunch with these despicable people.
I turned around and headed for the exit.
Harry immediately chased after me and blocked my path. "Are you angry because you were forced to give up your position to me, Cam? Ms. Smith was just speaking out of anger. She doesn't actually want to divorce you. It's all just a misunderstanding. There's nothing going on between her and me."
He then began to usher me back inside, saying, "Go ahead and have lunch, Cam. I'll handle the cleaning."
During our earlier argument, Rosalie had transferred me to the logistics department.
Harry was essentially reminding me that I was nothing more than a cleaner now. He began diligently sweeping and mopping the floor, making it seem as if I was the one who was unreasonably causing a fuss while Harry did everything he could to appease me.
As expected, Rosalie refused to remain on the sidelines and do nothing after she noticed Harry's pitiful appearance.
She snatched the broom from Harry and said, "Why are you degrading yourself like this, Harry? You're the chief engineer. Your hands are precious treasures that will contribute to the company's success. Doing such things is beneath you."
"It's alright, Ms. Smith. I'm just helping Cam out. I'm happy as long as he stops being angry at me," Harry replied, not forgetting to wipe the sweat from his brow to imply how hard he worked.
Rosalie lost her temper and hurled the broom at me. "Are you done causing a scene yet? I want you to clean this place before you enter the hall. You should take responsibility for your own duties. You're not allowed to eat until this place is spotless!"
Things had always been this way.
To paint herself as a just and fair person and also to keep our relationship a secret, Rosalie always bossed me around when we were at work. She treated me more like her lapdog than her husband.
I had grown sick and tired of tolerating her.
When Harry had been mopping the floor earlier, he had "accidentally" dragged the filthy mop across my shoe.
Rosalie had bought those shoes for me for my birthday.
Harry had apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry, Cam. I didn't mean to dirty your shoe. You won't hold this against me, will you?"
Although his words were apologetic, his eyes glimmered with a provoking glint. It was as if he was trying to tell me that Rosalie cared about him the most.
Everyone assumed that I would let it slide.
However, a pained yelp echoed around the hall in the next second.
I had stuffed the filthy mop into Harry's mouth, causing him to stumble backward as he cursed up a storm.
"Have you lost your mind?" he roared. "Are you that jealous that I took your place?"
"Don't think that everyone's a piece of shit like you," I answered nonchalantly. "I have no reason to get jealous over a useless piece of trash like you."
