Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 492 I Got Fired

"Is this the company's regulations or your regulations, Mr. Finnley?" I raised my voice. His office door was left open. It seemed like he wanted to let his team know who was the boss and deliberately didn't close it. "Cease your nonsense, Rinatta. You're the one who affected the company first." Mr. Finnley slammed the desk and shot to his feet, seemingly enraged.

"For one, you keep taking off days, which heavily impedes the work in progress. Now, the company has been attacked by public opinion because of your indecency. I don't care who recommended you for the job. In fact, not even Willis can save your ass now. I want you to get lost this instant!" He directly hurled my documents to the floor and looked at me with a grim expression.

I glanced at the document on Mr. Finnley's desk, and I finally figured out the reason he was targeting me relentlessly and maliciously.

The promotion system in the company was very strict. It didn't care about years of service. Instead, it only valued results.

I might not have been working here for a long time, but I had already contributed design works to major projects. Also, I was a permanent employee. If I continued down this path, I would soon steal his thunder. Furthermore, I used to be a design director.

Mr. Finnley had been holding onto his current position for two years. It was only normal for him to want to be promoted. Meanwhile, I was the hurdle to his career advancement. Naturally, he'd want to weed me out.

Mr. Finnley might've portrayed himself as an upstanding man, but he was actually a snake.

to the proper procedures and give me the severance pay

major project on my own. I had no intention of letting them

on Mr. Finnley. If Jack were to give me support, I'd be able to use his authority to pull Mr. Finnley down a peg. However, I immediately shook the idea off.

something like that.

You've tarnished the company's reputation. So, you're not getting a cent out

make my design yours?

had told me multiple times about this. Although the legal procedures would take years, one wouldn't

Anne knocked on the door and approached me. "What's the matter? Are you trying to file a police case? You're not an Erewhonian, to begin with. You'll have to ask your embassy to

embassies in this mess, it's going to take three to five years before you'll see results.

these matters, then it would probably take a long time. Anyone would

said, I wasn't about to let

you want to do it, I hope you two

immediately packed up my