Chapter 4

The next morning, I punched in for work as usual.

As I walked to my cubicle, I saw my computer had already been removed.

Only a cardboard box remained on my desk, haphazardly stuffed with a few of my mugs and notebooks.

Brittany was sitting in my executive chair, showing off her newly bought designer bag.

Seeing me, she immediately stood up, putting on an innocent, almost saccharine expression.

"Luna, don't blame me. Mrs. Smith said since your attitude was bad, I should take over the Hayes project."

"She told me to take over all your client files today."

I looked at her manipulative smile, lacking even the desire to be angry.

Just then, Ms. Davis from HR sent out a company-wide email.

Subject: Important Notice Regarding Client Resource Ownership and Prohibiting Personal Appropriation of Company Assets.

The email subtly accused me of being arrogant and self-important, threatening immediate termination and forfeiture of all commission if I refused to hand over my responsibilities.

Immediately after, Mr. Smith's secretary walked over and said coldly, "Luna Miller, the boss wants you in the conference room."

I pushed open the conference room door.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith were already sitting inside.

Two documents lay on the table.

One was an "Unconditional Client Resource Transfer Agreement."

The other, a "Voluntary Commission Waiver Agreement."

Mrs. Smith was wearing a striking red business suit today, exuding confidence, as if she had found my Achilles' heel.

"Luna Miller, yesterday I saved you some face outside."

She threw a pen onto the table, making a sharp clattering sound.

"Sign these two documents, hand over all contact information for Hayes Group liaisons, technical drafts, and pricing models."

"Considering your past efforts, I'll let you leave gracefully."

I glanced at the commission waiver agreement and nearly laughed out loud.

"Mrs. Smith, is robbery this blatant these days?"

Mr. Smith cleared his throat, his face stern.

"Luna, don't use such harsh words. Clients belong to the company; you're just an executor. Now the company has decided to change executors, so just cooperate."

"If you don't cooperate, according to company regulations, for causing significant project losses, we will not only fire you but also sue you for damages!"

Threatening me?

I pulled out a chair and calmly sat down.

"Alright, a handover, you say?"

I pulled out a thick stack of documents from my bag and slapped them onto the table.

"These are all the project milestones, contacts, and preferred communication methods for the Hayes Group."

"I've organized everything."

Mrs. Smith's eyes lit up, and she pounced on the documents like a hungry wolf, snatching them into her hands.

She flipped through a couple of pages and laughed triumphantly.

"Smart of you. But you also have to sign this commission waiver agreement."

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

"I won't give up a single cent of my commission. If you want to withhold it, by all means, try."

"As for the client handover, I've handed it over. Can you even manage it?"