After Lefting Me On The Bridge He Lost His Mind Chapter 31
Half a year later, headquarters held a project review meeting.
It was in Chicago again, at the same conference center.
When I stood at the podium this time, Truett and Chloe were no longer in the audience.
The New York branch had a new director.
Displayed on the screen behind me were the real-world results of the project launch.
Profits had come in eight percent higher than our original forecast.
When I finished the presentation, Vice President Wang was the first to applaud.
“Mavis, this project will become a new case study for the entire group.”
He announced on the spot that I would be taking full charge of the Southern branch’s new business line.
When I stepped down from the stage, Jenna pulled me into a fierce hug.
“Do you remember the first time you walked in here?”
“I remember.”
Back then, Truett had blocked the door, demanding to know where I had been.
He thought three months was enough time for me to cool down.
What he never understood was that three months was more than enough time for me to get my life back.
After the meeting, an old coworker from New York came to find me.
She hesitated for a moment, then told me that Truett had tried to find another job.
But word of what happened at the bidding conference—how he couldn’t answer a single question about his own proposal—had spread.
A few companies gave him a chance, asking him to create proposals from scratch. Nothing he submitted passed muster.
In the end, he had to start over in an entry-level assistant position.
There was no one to fix his data anymore, and no one to patch his mistakes.
Chloe had left New York, too.
After she sold the Rolex, the money didn’t last long.
She had always believed that as long as she had someone to protect her, she could get whatever she wanted with a few tears.
But in a new city, no one knew what her pained expressions were supposed to mean.
When she lost clients, all she got was a termination notice.
Ryan and Leo both sent me apology emails.
They said they were just joking around that night and never imagined it would get so serious.
I didn’t reply.
Anyone who could treat leaving a person with a high fever in a storm as a joke didn’t deserve the excuse of *we didn’t know*.
I didn’t pursue them any further, either.
The most important thing was never about watching their lives fall apart.
It was knowing that from now on, they would never again have the power to decide whether I lived well or not.
As I walked out of the conference center, it began to rain in Chicago.
The driver pulled the car up smoothly to the curb.
Jenna opened an umbrella and called back to me.
“Mavis, let’s go.”
I stepped out into the rain.
This time, I wasn’t shivering.Â