The wedding date was approaching, and a notice was posted in the company group. All employees would receive a half-year bonus of 14 thousand dollars and a seven-day trip to Bali.
[Thank you, Miss Wallace, you’re so generous!]
[Miss Wallace chose Bali—does that mean he’s going to hold the wedding there with Mr. Benneth?]
[Definitely, I heard they were childhood sweethearts and already engaged.]
[Blue seas, blue skies, and sandy beaches—it’ll definitely be romantic!]
Just as everyone was cheering with excitement, Megan’s assistant, Brian Carter, sent a message.
[Miss Wallace, I’ve only been working here for less than three months, so I guess the half-year bonus doesn’t apply to me, right?]
Megan, who almost never spoke in the group, replied for once.
[As long as you’ve done work, there will be a reward.]
At the time, I was just surprised and didn’t think much of it.
The next day, the HR manager secretly told me that Mrs. Wallace had someone else in mind for the director position.
I was really upset. Clearly, that position had been reserved for me, so why did she change her choice?
I went to ask the reason, but unexpectedly overheard her talking with her best friend.
"Megan, you’re really generous. You knew Brian’s mother urgently needed 14 thousand dollars for surgery and you were afraid he’d be too embarrassed to accept it, so you came up with this way to help him and on the fifteenth of last month, when he broke his leg, you stayed in the hospital with him for half a month. At the time, Raymond still thinks you were abroad."
It felt like I had fallen into an ice hole, my whole body turning cold.
So last month, when she claimed to be abroad on business and missed my mother’s funeral, it was only to take care of her male assistant.
Megan gave a careless smile. "Enough, Raymond loves to get jealous the most. If he hears this, he’ll start sulking with me again."
I pressed my lips together and took out my phone to make a call. "Dad, I’ve decided. Cancel the engagement with the Wallace Family."
Since Megan liked helping others, then I would just let her have her way.
——
My father’s voice suddenly rose sharply on the other end of the line. "What did you say? Son, ever since you were little, that girl was the only one in your eyes. For her, you didn’t even care about the family business and went to work as a salesman at Wallace Group. Now that the wedding is just around the corner, you suddenly say you want to call off the engagement? What on earth is going on?"
My knuckles turned slightly white as I gripped the phone, but my tone remained calm. "Dad, do you remember the goldfish I had when I was little? I changed its water every day, fed it, yet it always wanted to jump out of the tank and then one day, it really did jump out."
I paused for a moment. "When I found it, it had already dried up and died…"
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. When my dad spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse. "You… have really decided?"
"Mm, I’ve decided."
After hanging up the phone, I turned on my computer and sent my resignation letter to the HR email.
The next day, as soon as I arrived at the company, Taylor at the front desk informed me to attend a meeting.
When I pushed open the conference room door, more than twenty pairs of eyes turned to look at me in unison.
Megan sat at the head of the table, dressed in a crisp white suit. Her long hair was pinned up, revealing her slender neck.
She looked up at me, her eyes flickering for a moment before quickly returning to calm. "Everyone’s here, let’s begin."
Her voice was as cool and detached as ever.
I walked to my seat and sat down—directly across from Brian.
Today, he looked especially sharp, his hair neatly combed without a strand out of place. The cuffs of his light blue shirt were fastened with a pair of dark gold cufflinks. They were an antique I had specially brought back from France the year before last for Megan’s birthday.
"There’s only one item on the agenda for today’s meeting," Megan said, sweeping her gaze around the room. "The appointment of the Marketing Director."
