Love At The Wrong Table

Milani thought Emmanuel was ordering her around

again and clenched her teeth in annoyance.

She couldn’t say no to the change as the technicians

had discussed it during the meeting and verified that

the alteration could still be implemented.

Despite feeling like she was working for Emmanuel, she

had to accept the design and nodded silently with her

cheeks puffed up.

“Thanks for today. Bye!”

After getting his work done, Emmanuel left with Lexi.

“F*ck you, b*stard! Just you wait. I’ll get revenge soon!” Milani vowed angrily as she held the flash drive in her

palm.

She still thought that Emmanuel was just a third party

who would receive a commission upon the completion

of the project.

On the other hand, her position as a project supervisor

meant that she not only would receive a bonus for the All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

completion of the project but would also use it as a

steppingstone for further career advancement. Given

the circumstances, Emmanuel was no match for her.

I can’t wait to turn the tables after the project comes to

an end!

To her shock, she felt the flash drive slipping from her grasp as she was squeezing it too forcefully, and it fell

into a cup.

“Ah! Sh*t, I’m doomed!”

Milani quickly fished it out and plugged it into her

laptop. Alas, it couldn’t be used anymore.

Sh*t. With the project nearing completion, it is not the

ideal time to cause any trouble. However, I do not want

to ask Emmanuel for another copy of the original

design, as he will likely find fault with me and end up

telling Mr. Zackas, resulting in a potential scolding or

deduction to my bonus. My best option seems to be to

draw the design according to what it looks like. In this

way, I can still get the job done.

As the project supervisor, Milani had the necessary

skills to make it thus far. Hence, she decided to go all

out for her bonus, promotion, and pay raise.

During the meeting, Emmanuel showed everyone the design of the logo. Milani retrieved the recording of the meeting and took a screenshot of the logo.

After that, she stayed up the entire night to draw the

electronic version of the logo and sent it to the

engineering department. She ended up with dark

circles beneath her eyes due to her effort.

Everything went on smoothly, but Milani still despised

Emmanuel for this. If he hadn’t caused me to fly into a

fit of rage, I wouldn’t have accidentally dropped the

flash drive, resulting in this situation. I must make him

pay by insulting him after the project ends!

Days passed by, and the strategic warehouse project

progressed smoothly.

The anticipated completion date was two days later.

Emmanuel went to inspect the progress and

confirmed that everything was okay. All that was left to

do was to attach the final logo.

He arrived home at ten o’clock to discover that

Mackenzie was having pasta.

Emmanuel’s stomach was grumbling as he asked in

surprise, “Did you make that yourself?”

Mackenzie gave him a smug look. “Why are you staring

at me like that? Is it that hard to cook pasta?”

Emmanuel chuckled. “Ms. Quillen, you’re a genius!”

He wasn’t flattering her; it was a sincere praise.

Mackenzie had never done any housework prior to their marriage. After they got married, she didn’t even know how to use the gas stove or microwave oven.

He couldn’t help but admire her talent as she

managed to learn how to cook delicious pasta in a

relatively short amount of time.

“Of course!” A smirk flitted across Mackenzie’s lips.

She quickly regained her composure and put on an icy

demeanor.

I’m the CEO of Terence Group. Why would I be

delighted to hear a man’s praise? Nonsense! This won’t do.

“I left some pasta for you. Do you want it? If you don’t, I’ll throw it away.”