Westley You Are Late Chapter 30
The next morning, my assistant handed me my phone.
Sofia’s post was still up.
The number of shares and comments had exploded overnight.
Some people were saying I’d used my marriage to steal the project. Others were questioning why the Sinclair Group had suddenly withdrawn from the competition.
The ugliest comment read: “Her husband eliminates the competition for her, then she swoops in and takes the prize. And we’re supposed to call that talent? “
My assistant looked worried.
“The client just called. They said they have to suspend the project for now.”
I stared at the screen for a moment, then handed the phone back.
“I need you to screenshot Sofia’s original post and the timestamp.”
“Do you want me to have it taken down?”
“No.”
I opened my laptop.
“Leave it up for now.”
If the post disappeared too quickly, it would only look more suspicious.
I reorganized all seventeen versions of the proposal.
The earliest was dated months before Thatcher and I were married.
The final version was completed after the Sinclair Group had already withdrawn.
I also pulled up our public marriage record and placed the dates side-by-side.
The timeline was irrefutable.
By noon, a cease and desist letter was delivered to Sofia.
She called me almost immediately.
I didn’t answer.
She tried again from several different numbers, calling more than ten times in a row.
In her final voicemail, she was practically screaming.
“Brielle, do you really have to be such a bitch about this?”
After listening, I forwarded the audio file to my lawyer.
That evening, Sofia was waiting for me in the lobby of the Pierce Company headquarters.
She hadn’t brought the baby.
It had only been a few days, but she looked worn and haggard.
The moment she saw me, she rushed forward.
“Tell them to reinstate the project, and I’ll delete everything.”
I stopped walking.
“I’m not the one who suspended the project.”
“Then who was it?”
“You.”
She froze.
I looked at her.
“You publicly questioned the integrity of the selection process. Of course the client has to launch an investigation.”
“And now, even if you wanted to delete your post, you’ll have to wait until that investigation is complete.”
Sofia’s face slowly went pale.
It was clear she had never imagined that a few impulsive sentences posted online could have real-world consequences.
“I was just angry.”
Her voice softened, pleading.
“It’s not like I actually hurt you.”
“Whether you did or not isn’t for you to decide.”
I walked past her.
She called out behind me.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll lose the project for good?”
I turned back.
“I am.”
A flicker of hope appeared in her eyes.
I let it sit there for a second before continuing, “That’s why I’ll be the one to get it back.”