The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 30

Everyone was stunned.

I held my face, my mind blank, feeling the sting of the slap burning on my cheek.

“How could you be so careless? You managed to misspell our company’s name! Do you know how much of a joke this made us look once the documents were published?”

Leo stepped forward, positioning himself between me and Ms. Adams, trying to calm her

down. “Ms. Adams, please, calm down. We will get to the bottom of this…”

After much effort, the group was finally persuaded to leave.

I sat silently in the CEO’s office. After a while, Leo walked in and asked, “Are you alright?”

I didn’t look up, only noticing his footsteps as he approached. An ice pack appeared before me. I took it, pressing it gently to my face, feeling the burning sensation subside slightly.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up and asked, “What exactly happened?”

Leo handed me the project report, massaging his temples. “Take a look yourself.”

Opening it, my face darkened. The partner company’s name had indeed been misspelled.

Leo’s voice was cold. “Emilia was in charge of this section. For such a major oversight, her quarterly performance will be penalized…”

Before he could finish, I interrupted urgently, “Who told you that? Melody?” “Emilia would never make such a basic mistake. I reviewed this section myself before handing it over to

and there were

cool look and said, “She’s your

let out a bitter laugh. “Who’s the one being biased here? Bring Melody in

“Laura, enough.

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“Leo, ask yourself honestly–are you really keeping business and personal matters separate? Can’t you

the blame?“.

kind

that.”

me from within, leaving me nowhere to escape. I clenched my hands so tightly that

out my words, I asked, “Is it that no matter what

her?”

pressed his fingers to his brow and replied, his voice low,

I’couldn’t help but laugh- a laugh filled more with bitter sorrow

burned with the imprint of the slap

didn’t even notice?

over me. I was tired of arguing with him over another

woman.

one last look, I turned and left, slamming

ran into

with a warm smile, unperturbed. “Laura.”

the facade beneath that smile.