MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 64 return

Thinking of Linda, I remembered that friend request she shot over yesterday.

After some thought, I accepted her request.

Just as I accepted it, she sent a smiley face.

Linda: [I’m Linda. Let’s talk when you get back!]

I thought for a moment and replied: (I’m not available in the morning.)

Linda: (Can we meet at 2 p.m.? If I remember correctly, you haven’t resigned yet.)

William: [You can consider me absent, I don’t care!]

She was still trying to throw shade, huh? Was I supposed to be scared?

I could already picture her fuming when she saw my response.

Linda: (Melody said yesterday that you haven’t been in good shape recently, so he’s counting it as your annual leave.)

I chuckled, finding her understanding surprising.

William: (Alright, see you at 2 p.m.)

At this moment, Jessica replied: [Deputy Director, basic salary increased by two grand!]

My basic salary was four grand, which was considered average at Sevan, and it had stayed the same since I joined Skylight.

With a basic salary of six grand, after deductions for social security and housing fund, it’s around five grand.

William: [This salary is too high. I’m afraid I can’t afford it!]

I smirked. Skylight’s basic salary was performance-based, with several tiers. Crossing five million in performance meant ten grand and a ten-million deal means thirty grand. I had made it sixty million, and you were offering me six grand?

Melody’s basic salary is ten grand, while the deputy director’s is six grand. Does that make sense?

Jessica: (Eight grand!)

William: [Okay. I want to be the director!]

Jessica: [Not possible. Although you have the highest performance now, your past performance has been average. Making you a director and reshuffling a team won’t be well-received.)

Jessica: (Work under Melody for two months. If your performance remains outstanding during these two months, I guarantee you’ll be promoted to director!]

See, this was how a top performer got treated. Earlier, they would label me as the tail end or useless, but now they had begun to call me average in performance.

William: (How much performance is needed to become a director?)

If I was going to do it, I would be a director. Why settle for being a deputy?

Jessica: [You should understand the company’s system. There’s never been a case of skipping levels in promotions. If you want to be a director, you must have experience leading a team.]

William: (Alright, if that’s what you say.)

William: (But one thing, my performance shouldn’t be counted under Melody!)

Jessica: (Okay.)

Jessica: (When will you return to the company?)

William: [I’ll decide this afternoon. I have something to take care of right now.]

I was feeling so confident now. Director, deputy director, it didn’t matter. With my performance, I would be strong wherever I go!

"Who are you chatting with that you’re so happy?" Lillian couldn’t help but ask.

"Oh, just chatting with a colleague from the company."

"Taking a fake sick leave?"

"Yes."

I nodded.

After chatting for a while, two police officers arrived to take statements.

I explained in detail what happened yesterday and even showed them the video on my phone.

With this evidence, they couldn’t wriggle out of it.

But it didn’t stir much commotion. It seemed Gary pulled strings.

Thinking about it, the daughter of a billionaire being kidnapped would have been big news.

Blame was sure to rain down from higher-ups, no doubt about it.

"William, on behalf of all of us at the Sevan Police Department, thank you for averting a crisis!"

The two police officers saluted me solemnly.

After seeing off the two officers, Gary and Frank Michaelson came to visit, bringing along a bunch of things as usual.

"William, this soup my mom personally cooked to replenish your energy!"

I was pleasantly surprised and said, "That’s very kind of you."

"My mom is very grateful to you and wants to invite you to dinner at our place."

Frank smiled and said, "But I said you’re not in a good condition right now. When you’re better, come over. I’ll pick you up!"

I nodded.

The father and son sat here for a while and then left. As the CEO of a big company, their visit already surprised me.

"I have some things to deal with at the company this afternoon," I said.

"Want me to accompany you?" Lillian asked.

"No need. I’ll be fine soon."

I shook my head, saying, "You should rest well. You don’t need to stay here tonight. I’m much better now."

Although I said that, she insisted firmly. "No, I’ll stay here until you’re discharged."

I didn’t insist. If she wanted to stay, let her stay.

After lunch, she had the bodyguard drive me to the company.

My previous clothes were ruined, so she had a new set prepared for me, also Versace, but the latest collection. I checked in the car, and this set cost around two hundred grand.

The watch was also a new model costing fifty grand!

Walking around in clothes worth tens of thousands, I felt like I couldn’t even walk properly.

I deliberately chose to come when everyone was at work to make sure everyone saw.

I, William, have returned.

"Oh, isn’t that William? Why is he back again?"

"Haven’t you heard? Wallace Company and Marquesa Vines company recognized him!"

"Man, this guy’s got it made. Sixty million-dollar project on his plate, and the company’s still holding onto him tight."

The discussions of the crowd reached my ears.

Grace and Paul hurried over. "William, welcome back."

"Wait, your complexion doesn’t look good, and what’s wrong with your hand?" Grace asked.

"I got a little injured."

I smiled.

Grace’s eyes were almost teary as she said, "William, you came back without telling me. I should have gone to pick you up!"

This flirtatious woman always knows how to get my attention.

"It’s okay, just get back to handle some things. I’ll be leaving soon."

Paul’s expression changed. "You’re not here to resign, are you?"

"Well, that’s something we need to discuss."

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