Chapter 53
Magnus clenched his fists as he watched Olivia leave. He had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen. When he turned around, he met Emilia’s furious expression. The pressure in the air grew heavier.
She stood up immediately and fixed a cold gaze in the direction Olivia had gone. “That was Olivia Clements, wasn’t it?”
She had no intention of forgiving Olivia anytime soon.
“Don’t be angry,” Magnus said hastily. “Let me talk to Ms. Clements again.”
But Emilia didn’t even glance at him. She turned and walked away without another word. He didn’t even get a chance to see her out.
Still, Magnus didn’t take her behavior personally. In his eyes, Emilia was far above him. It was only natural that she would ignore someone like him. Just a glance from her was enough to make him feel like the luckiest man alive. He still remembered how fast his heart had raced a week ago when she called him out of the blue.
That was why Magnus was so eager to help her. He wanted to please her. But now, it seemed his plan had completely fallen apart. His face turned slightly pale as he nervously made his way inside. Putumn was sitting on the couch, her back still facing the door.
Davila sat at her desk, shooting Magnus a frosty look. She seemed even more imposing than usual. He couldn’t meet her eyes directly, opting instead to stare at the floor as he murmured, “Ms. Clements.”
“You’re fired.”
Magnus’s head snapped up in shock. “Why?”
Olivia responded coldly. “I don’t owe you an explanation. You’re just unlucky. Go to HR, finalize the paperwork, and you’ll be compensated accordingly.”
MegaTech had great benefits, and Magnus had always appreciated the relaxed working environment. Olivia, however, was a stunning woman. Having a beautiful boss made work more pleasant. He really didn’t want to leave.
“Ms. Clements, this is about me bringing Emilia in without your permission,” Magnus trailed off as Olivia’s icy gaze silenced him.
She simply said, “Get out.”
Magnus clenched his jaw. A wave of resentment surged inside him. What had he done wrong? Olivia was just some spoiled heiress. Did they really think her success came from skill? It was all money and privilege. He had started from the bottom like everyone else; there was no way he could compete with someone like her. So why was she so arrogant?
Of course, he didn’t dare say any of that to her face. He followed Pamela to the HR department. Based on his hours and contract, he received three months’ pay of around 60,000 dollars. The money helped ease the sting a little, but the bitterness remained.
As he prepared to leave, Magnus encountered Pamela.
“I’m pretty sure the company’s going under soon. You better tell Ms. Clements to marry rich while she’s still young and good-looking. And she should have lots of kids too, while she can.” Pamela scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Ms. Clements doesn’t know how to recognize talent. A woman that short-sighted won’t get far in life. I’m doing her a favor, honestly,” Pamela mapped out a happy future for her. What’s wrong with that? Magnus only had the nerve to talk big in front of Pamela, not Olivia.
Haut Pamela was warning him. She gave a signal to security. Sada stepped forward. They didn’t hesitate to give Magnus a proper beating. His face went pale as he shrieked in pain. I’m discussing the weather. “Throw him out of the building.”
Targa and Davila didn’t argue. They just followed instructions. “You’reoric.” Beating down. The failing feeling left him instigated. Davila, slightly refusing to concede, couldn’t see the project’s core technical issue within the short time; she’d be insecure. Her mind was racing to solutions. As she stepped out at the elevator, her phone rang—it was Luther. Dier exploration darkened. Davuludd—lightly—repatted her thigh, none of this until moments ago. How had she ended up here?