Chapter 3

Resigning required following proper procedures.

When I got to the company, I discovered my workstation had already been taken by Mia.

When she saw me, she smiled with a sense of entitlement: "I only shed two tears, and Samuel gave me your position. He said I'm his favorite canary."

I wasn't angry. I asked calmly, "Doesn't Samuel only want you? Aren't you two getting married? Why are you still calling yourself a canary?"

"What? Are you so used to being a mistress?"

"Don't you dare look down on me!" Hearing this, she seemed to have hit a sore spot. Her young face contorted strangely. "You don't even know what Samuel says about you, do you? He said your motives are impure, your abilities are lacking, and he's wanted to get rid of you for ages!"

"You don't need to feel it's unfair. After all, the capable rise to the top."

"Whether in the office or in bed."

Originally, she was keeping her voice down, but her anger got the better of her, and her voice grew louder and louder.

That "in bed" came out in an almost shrill voice.

The Samuel Corporation was intensely competitive. Most people were so busy they couldn't even drink water all day.

But at this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to us.

Sticky, suffocating.

She sensed everyone's gaze and her whole face flushed red.

It reminded me of when Samuel first took a liking to her—she was just as startled and flustered then.

Her schemes were shallow, her methods of provocation brainless.

I often wondered when Samuel would have me give her the breakup money.

Samuel wasn't patient. He liked novelty and never lacked girlfriends. Every visible part of his body was covered in women's kiss marks.

Maybe this time was true love.

Even now, I still didn't understand why Samuel liked her so much.

Mia gritted her teeth but didn't dare say anything more. She grabbed the thermos from the desk, intending to throw it at my face.

But she forgot she was wearing high heels and a pencil skirt.

In earlier years, when Samuel hadn't yet secured his position in the company, I often attended business dinners for him. I wore either high-slit dresses or pencil skirts, always in stiletto heels.

I hated it, so when I gained some authority, I immediately changed the dress code—formal occasions required pantsuits, and casual wear was fine for daily work.

So her movements were slow. The skirt prevented her from taking big steps.

I almost effortlessly snatched the thermos from her.

Then I swung it forcefully toward her face.

When it was five centimeters from her face, I stopped. Looking at her terrified eyes, I smiled.

"Sorry, this is my thermos."

"Jennifer, I didn't know you had it in you."

Behind me came a scoff.

I turned around to meet Samuel's slightly mocking gaze.

Mia seemed to snap out of it. Tears fell quickly.

"She's too arrogant. She was going to hit me."

"Why are you crying? Want me to let you hit her back?"

Mia's tears turned to smiles. She walked up to me aggressively, ready to slap me.

But I remained perfectly calm.

I didn't know what I represented to Samuel. I figured he must be so pickled in love that he shamelessly used me as a tool to please Mia.

So this time, the thermos didn't hit Mia.

It hit Samuel's face.

Mia urgently covered Samuel's face and said sharply: "Are you crazy?"

Chaos erupted around us. Looking at Samuel's disbelieving eyes, I said:

"If you want to call the police, I'll cooperate. Injury assessment—I'll pay the medical bills."

"This job—I quit."