MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 56 A calculated exit

"This is too despicable, isn’t it?"

Paul said angrily. "Isn’t this clearly trying to screw you over?"

Grace also frowned. "There’s got to be someone pocketing those commissions."

"So, don’t bother trying to persuade me. I’ve had enough. This company is too damn heartless."

Paul knew he couldn’t convince me anymore, saying, "I feel powerless hearing you say that. With a sixty million project in your hands, any company would treat you like a treasure. I wish you good luck. Perhaps one day, if I can’t make it here, I’ll need your guidance."

Grace looked complex, especially since these past few days, she had been flaunting her skills in front of me for the project assistant position, sacrificing quite a lot.

I didn’t say much. Fueled by anger, I stormed out of the company in a huff!

However, as I stepped out and felt the wind, I sobered up a bit, feeling some apprehension.

It wasn’t regret for my actions, but the difficulty of explaining to Edward and George.

I had prepared the project progress report and plan, which they had already reviewed with no major issues.

Even if I moved to another company, as long as I followed the previous plan, it should be fine. The problem was whether they could afford any delays: time is money in business. This was the biggest issue I faced at the moment.

If I couldn’t take both projects with me, I’d become the laughingstock, the biggest loser.

Just then, Mary messaged me.

Mary: (Are you at the office?)

I replied with a bitter smile.

William: (I’m unemployed!)

She sent a puzzled face emoji, followed by a voice call. "What’s wrong?"

Feeling the pressure mounting, I explained the situation at the company to her. Mary exclaimed, "Is this for real? Are your bosses out of their minds?"

"This project can’t proceed without you. I’ll call them right now. Anyone who dares to bully you, we won’t cooperate with them."

Before I could respond, she hung up. When I tried calling back, she was already on the line.

I was touched by her support. What do I have to fear when Mary backs me up like this?

What am I afraid of? The worst that can happen is nothing, right?

I knew my biggest concern was Lucy, afraid of disappointing her.

But in life, if you don’t take risks, what’s the point of living? After some thought, I called George, who quickly answered. "What’s up, William!"

"George, something has happened on my end with the project..."

I was a bit anxious, but after I explained, George nonchalantly said, "It’s a minor hiccup. You’ve got this. Remember, Edward and I value you, not Skylight. While Skylight is one of the best among many advertising agencies, they’re not irreplaceable."

What more could I say? Besides being moved, all I could do was express my gratitude, continuously thanking him.

"And right now, Edward’s new machine isn’t in place yet. If he starts advertising now, he might incur losses. So take it slow, he won’t mind."

George’s words reassured me.

"But let me ask you, are you really sure about leaving Skylight?" George asked.

I fell silent. People tend to stick with what’s familiar. After spending so long at a company, the idea of leaving can be daunting.

I thought about the oppression I had endured for over a year. Should I just let it go like this?

Moreover, I had made progress at Skylight. Did I really want to give that up?

Regarding the strategies for Melody and Jessica, was I really willing to abandon them? George chuckled at my silence. "I get it. Seems like you’re not quite ready to leave Skylight just yet. No worries, leave it to me. Just sit tight and wait for my word."

"Thank you, George!"

"Thanks for what? It’s nothing!"

George grinned. "It’s summer now, the off-season for liquor. I’m not in a rush to place ads. But remember, if they call you today, don’t answer. Let them wait. It’s best to post on social media about going for an interview at another company: they’ll come looking for you."

This tactic was indeed clever.

I nodded repeatedly, saying, "I’ll follow your advice."

"Alright then," George said.

After hanging up, I felt more confident. With Mary and George supporting me, I had nothing to fear.

Not long after, Melody blew up my phone with calls, but I let them ring out.

Then I rushed to the TV Media building, took a photo, and posted it on social media.

In less than ten seconds, there were numerous likes and comments. freewёbnoνel.com

Paul: [Damn, you found a new job so quickly?]

Grace: [Eye-rolling emoji.]

Melody: [Answer the phone quickly!]

Philip: (No one would want scum like you!)

I immediately blocked that idiot.

I didn’t reply to them and instead found a coffee shop to sit down.

The calls from Melody kept coming, and Paul and Grace were relentless with their texts. All signs pointed to Melody pulling the strings.

The other members of the Five Group were also urging me to come back.

I ignored them all.

Just as I was about to switch to another account to chat with Jessica and the others, a sudden exclamation came from the next table. "Ah!"

The sound was urgent and brief, followed by silence.

It was still morning, and with the office workers around, the coffee shop wasn’t crowded. The sound was crystal clear.

The coffee shop was known for its tranquility, with curtains separating each seating area. I could roughly tell the sound came from behind me.

I pulled back the curtain and saw two men in caps supporting a woman who seemed intoxicated, stumbling with half-closed eyes.

She made no sound, but her expression seemed to scream, "Help!"

Help?

Not likely, right?

In broad daylight, and in a public place like this, they shouldn’t have the guts to do so. I must have made a mistake.

Yes, that must be it.

I couldn’t help but think back to the sudden urgent cry from earlier.

Were they playing a game just now?

I occasionally browse forums where some experts play this kind of game. In their words, it’s thrilling to play with your heartbeat!

And judging by the flushed face of the woman, struggling to walk straight, they must be deep into some intense gaming!

Soon, the three of them walked over from my side, and I thought to myself, This girl is really pretty. Her skin looks so tender, as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Just then, her mouth moved again, and I didn’t know what she was saying.

"What are you looking at?"

The man wearing a duckbill cap and mask glared at me, then quickly left the coffee shop.

I felt a twinge of annoyance, but I kept quiet. Nobody liked being stared at like that, right?

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