After Lefting Me On The Bridge He Lost His Mind Chapter 17
The entire conference room went still.
Vice President Wang’s expression darkened.
“This is the group’s annual bidding conference, not a high school debate. If you can’t answer fundamental questions about your own proposal, then step down.”
Truett’s face flushed a deep, humiliating red. He shot Chloe a venomous glare, muttered an apology, and walked off the stage.
As he passed me, I didn’t even look up.
“Next, Mavis Castillo from the Southern branch.”
I stood, buttoned my suit jacket, and walked to the podium with calm, steady steps.
“Good morning. The core of the Southern branch’s proposal isn’t surface-level cost compression. It’s about creating a model that simultaneously reduces costs while increasing profit margins.”
I looked out at the room and began my presentation.
When I reached the cost analysis, I paused, my gaze sweeping over Truett’s pale face.
“Market conditions and exchange rates are shifting daily. Clinging to outdated data would result in a minimum fifteen percent funding gap. Three months ago, our team had already identified that entire line of thinking as a dead end. We’re now using a dynamic adjustment model that updates in real time.”
The moment I said it, Truett’s head snapped up. His expression was one of dawning, horrified understanding.
He finally realized that not only did I know exactly where his proposal came from—I was making sure everyone else knew it wasn’t his.
The presentation lasted forty-five minutes. I didn’t falter once.
During the Q&A, I answered every question from the executives immediately, every number and projection committed to memory.
When I finished, the conference room broke into applause.
Vice President Wang looked at me and nodded, a rare smile on his face.
“Mavis, very well done. The Southern branch has made tremendous progress.”
The result was already clear.Â