Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Normally, I had no interest in seeing people undermining each other. However, it was quite interesting to see the people who tried to subvert me throw each other under the bus.

Anne was holding my hand, and I could clearly feel hers trembling. Mr. Finnley was technically somewhat reputable in this industry. If he truly messed with her, then she would never be able to make a comeback. Anne looked at him and stuttered, "M-Mr. Finnley!"

"You dug your own grave. Calling out to me won't save your butt." Mr. Finnley glared at her menacingly before he turned around and looked at me. "We're all in the same department, Rinatta. You're making a big ruckus..."

"Do you think I had it easy before?" I shook off Anne's hand and looked at my arm, which had gotten fleshier recently. "You said you were going to give me a satisfactory explanation. Well, you should keep your word. Don't you think? So, how are you going to handle Anne?" I didn't look at her. Instead, I trained my gaze on Mr. Finnley.

Men like Mr. Finnley were a dime a dozen in Pyrosia. They would resort to every dirty trick in the book to get what they wanted.

As expected, Mr. Finnley responded to me without a second thought, "You've just admitted to your misdeed, Anne. You're the culprit, aren't you?"

"T-That's not it, Mr. Finnley. Y-You know the "

Before Anne could finish her sentence, Mr. Finnley cut her off, "If that's the case, then I don't want to hear another word out of you. I hereby declare that you're fired. Pack up your stuff and get the hell out of here immediately!"

"What did you say?" Anne glared at Mr. Finnley in disbelief. "Mr. Finnley, I did all of this for you-"

"Shut up!" He glared at her menacingly. "If you leave the company now, I can fight for your salary for the month. Otherwise..."

Mr. Finnley's voice was so icy that Anne had goosebumps.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is this really necessary?"

"What? Aren't you the one who asked for a satisfactory explanation?" Mr. Finnley looked at me, feeling displeased.

I shrugged. "We have to pay for our mistakes, and Anne did frame me. But..."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I glanced at Anne, who was fighting back tears, before turning my gaze to Mr. Finnley. "She's still a skillful designer. We might as well let her stay at the company and give her a chance to redeem herself." "Really?" Anne looked at me in disbelief.

I nodded. "My term is that you apologize to me openly and make a post to clear things up in the company forum. That isn't asking too much now, is it?"

I rested my gaze on Anne. Her face turned pale for a second before it turned red. It seemed she was feeling conflicted.

If Anne made a post to clarify the situation, it would be as good as admitting her own misdeed to everyone in the company.

With that said, she'd be sorely mistaken if she thought not making such a post would keep the truth from everyone.

If Anne was fired, everyone would know that she had done something wrong. They were not fools.

Anne pondered on it for a while and

said, "I'm willing to offer you an open apology. I made a mistake this time, and I'll make a post on the company forum to clarify the situation. Will

you please give me a chance to keep working in the company?"

There were tear stains on Anne's cheeks, but she bit her lips and did her best to stop the tears from falling.

I knew that she was just a pawn in the whole debacle. So, I nodded quietly.

It seemed like Mr. Finnley wanted to say something, but he chuckled eventually. We're in the same company. There's no need to have a fall-out. It's good that things ended the way they did. You can't afford to repeat the mistake, Anne. The company won't let you off that easily next time."

He truly knew how to make himself out to be the good guy. Did he think he could hide his involvement in this?

I coughed lightly. "I've talked it over

with Mr. McLennan. I need to

assemble my own team for my project. Am I correct in assuming that I can be the team leader? After all, single-handedly finished most of the project."

"That's not going to happen," Mr. Finnley straight-up rejected me.