Chapter 10
Elsie stood in front of Myra, her eyes blazing with jealousy as she spoke. “You’re the leader of Team A, and I’m the leader of Team B. We share the same position, yet you’ve completely disrespected the company’s management!” She smirked, crossing her arms. “Maybe you’ve secretly struck a deal with the Hart Group and you’re afraid I’ll find out, so you purposely left me out!”
As more colleagues gathered to watch the scene unfold, Elsie’s expression darkened with bitterness. “Oh, I get it now,” she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “That’s why the Hart Group so easily handed us the project. There must be something going on between you and Mr. Logan from their Project Department, isn’t there?” She sneered, her words cutting deeply. “Mr. Logan is old enough to be your father—ugly, too. You must’ve sacrificed something to get this project, right? I remember you like Director Chase, don’t you? Even if he hasn’t noticed you, there’s no need to lower your standards, Myra.”
Myra’s hand tightened around her coffee mug, her gaze cold as she met Elsie’s words head-on. “Have you said enough?” she asked in a clipped tone. Before Elsie could react, Myra splashed hot coffee onto her, causing the woman to jump back with a shriek.
Elsie’s expensive Chanel outfit, a gift from Sean, was ruined as the coffee stained her collar and the hem of her blouse. The sight of the brown liquid spreading across her clothes made her nearly lose control.
Elsie screamed, “Myra, you—b*tch!” Her face twisted in rage as she fumed, her voice cracking.
Myra remained calm, though a disgusting feeling churned in her stomach. The woman before her—this shallow, petty person—was exactly the type Sean preferred. “Stop spewing nonsense,” Myra said, her free hand clenching into a fist at her side, holding back the dizziness threatening to overtake her. “I was just as surprised when the blueprint was chosen. I was having dinner with Director Hart last night, discussing the draft. Maybe you’d like to show us how to get his attention?”
She looked Elsie in the eye, her voice growing sharp. “You claim to be the leader of Team B, but have you ever produced a proper design? If you don’t have the capability to design, then do something you’re good at. Nobody’s stopping you.”
Elsie’s face blanched as Myra’s words hit home. Everyone knew that Elsie had only become Team B’s leader by relying on Director Chase. Myra’s words were a slap in the face, and Elsie’s expression darkened with humiliation.
“You… Myra… you…” Elsie stammered, her anger palpable.