The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 128

Victoria rose gracefully, completely ignoring McNeil's offered hand.

"Sorry, I have something to take care of. Mr. Garcia, let's catch up another time."

She had no patience for McNeil's theatrics.

Violet placed her glass of water gently on the table, her voice cool and measured.

"Ms. Turner, what could be more important than dinner? As Mr. Garcia's assistant, we were just about to discuss this game partnership. I hear you know a thing or two about programming. Why not join us, take notes while we talk business over the meal?"

She gave Victoria a pointed look. "After all, that's part of an assistant's job, isn't it?"

Ailie nearly upended the steaming pot of tea the server had just brought-right over Violet's smug head.

But basic decency made her hold back.

business talk should wait until after dinner, but Victoria simply sat

"Fine," she said.

huh? At the launch today, Ms. Marchand claimed she wrote the game herself. Does she even have the source

Victoria pour endless days and nights into writing that game- originally meant as a gift for her own family. It was Ailie who'd convinced Victoria to bring it to the company, hoping to turn a profit. If she'd

"Actually, I didn't write

so easily that Ailie

of surprise or intent to argue. She had

breezily. "I joked with them that they should put my name down as developer. Must've been a misunderstanding. Ms. Ailie, didn't you tell IT who

blame landed squarely on Ailie. She clenched her fists under the table, frustrated, remembering too late that she had indeed forgotten to

didn't waver. "It doesn't matter who wrote

it still needs to be launched, marketed, managed. Without investment or promotion, what does talent

Curtis. "Violet's got her eye on this project-she thinks there's real potential here. If the company has talent like this, we should make the most

looked like she'd swallowed

had written the whole program, but now others would get the money, the promotions, while she

desperate to speak up. Should