Chapter 7
I sent an email to Ewen Wood’s company, N Corporation, inviting them to further negotiate the project, on the condition of a personnel change.
N Corporation replied the next day, agreeing without any issues, and confirmed a meeting in Paris a week later.
Ewen Wood reached out to me through someone else, angrily accusing me.
“Manvi Nelson, using your position for personal grudges is very unprofessional. I could report you to the Hardy Group headquarters.”
I casually watched the pigeons on the lawn and responded coolly, “Go ahead.”
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There was a pause, then he continued his tirade.
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“Aren’t you afraid? I can prove that you’re acting out of spite, using your position to handle personal matters!”
“I’m really not afraid, go ahead and report me. But as a reminder, clean up your own mess first, before you think of accusing me.”
I hung up the phone.
Late the next night, I was woken by a call from an old college classmate.
“Manvi Nelson, check the news! Ewen is in trouble.”
After that phone call yesterday, I sent the evidence against Ewen Wood to his
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company.
Embezzlement, favoritism toward Felicia Ford, and using company funds to pursue romance with his mistress.
Each allegation came with substantial documentary evidence.
I intended to show him that my request for a replacement was not out of personal vendetta, but due to his and Felicia Ford’s questionable ethics.
Unexpectedly, N Corporation leaked the information to the media, bringing huge attention to Ewen Wood, a well–regarded figure in the industry.
Felicia Ford quickly gathered reporters, tearfully claiming she was a victim of workplace harassment and was coerced by
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her superior into being a secret lover.
Ewen Wood wasn’t backing down either, and the two of them dominated the headlines all day with their public exchange.
I held the newspaper, feeling nothing but irony.
I thought their love was worth Ewen sacrificing his happy family for.
Then Smith called: “SU, N Corporation’s partnership is finalized.”
He hesitated for a long time before mustering the courage to say, “About you and Ewen Wood, I’m sorry. I met him at the awards ceremony last year and thought she was his wife, I had no idea…”
“It’s okay, Smith, it’s all in the past, and I’m
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doing well now.”
“You’re single now, can I pursue you?” His sudden question caught me off guard.
I always thought his care for me was purely professional.
Now, thinking back, his intense gaze had betrayed him.
It’s been so long since I dated, I’ve become oblivious.
“Smith, it’s not the right time, I’m not ready,” I declined with a rueful smile. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize, SU, a remarkable woman like you is worth waiting for. No pressure.”
