When Mr. Finnley made his usation, it wasn''t just me who was stunned-everyone in the office seemed taken aback as well. It became clear he was trying to frame me in front of everyone. So, this was what it felt like to be cornered. No matter how much I proved my innocence, the other party seemed determined to make my life miserable.


    However, when Mr. Finnley noticed my tablet, his pupils narrowed.


    "Well, since you''ve backed up the files, and to avoid dying thepany''s progress, I''ll put you in charge of everything," he said coldly. "After all, you took a day off. I want to see the final results by tomorrow morning.


    "If you fail, prepare to be fired. And I''ll make sure to note on the system that you were terminated. No otherpany will ever hire you."


    His eyes were full of malice as he red at me.


    I bit my lip, barely holding back the urge to smash my tablet in his face.


    Looking at the tablet in my hands, I noticed Jack''s electronic signature on it. I wasn''t sure if he had seen the signature, but it might have been why he had decided to give me a chance.


    Still, this project had been a team effort. To expect me to wrap it up alone was a challenge. Several colleagues who had be my friends secretly helped me with some of the work, but none of them dared to stayte after hours. In the end, I was left alone in the office. For a moment, I found myself missing the time I spent with Crystal and the others.


    Anne was thest one to leave the office.


    She strutted up to my desk, knocking on the table with a smirk.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    "Rinatta, you better work hard, okay? The files are due tomorrow. Mr. Finnley won''t let you off the hook if you can''t get it done. Well, good luck with that."


    With that, she turned and sashayed out of the office.


    I raised an eyebrow. If I wasn''t mistaken, Mr. Finnley had given her a subtle signal earlier. The two of them definitely had some sort of connection.


    But now wasn''t the time for gossip. I needed to focus on finishing the work.


    Working overtime wasn''tmon in


    Erewhon, so it didn''t take long before the office waspletely empty. A few security guards passed by and asked if I was sull working. I told them I hadn''t finished yet.


    Then, Willis Cornell from HR came by.


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    "Rinatta, still workingte? You''re really going in," he said, cing a cup of coffee on my desk. "You foreigners really like to work overtime, huh? How exhausting. I just finished my shift myself. When are you done? Do you want to grab dinner?"


    He openly gave me a once-over, and I forced a smile. "Sorry, I need to turn in my work tomorrow, so I''ll probably be up-all night. I don''t need a


    coffee."


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    I knew Willis was interested in me, though I could tell it wasn''t genuine affection.


    He probably just wanted to get on my good side because he assumed I had connections to Ms. Tanness. When I declined, he didn''t seem upset. He just told me to rest well.


    I thought nothing of it. It was just another small interaction. However, the next morning, a post appeared on thepany''s forum.


    The title, "The Truth Behind the Designer Who Parachuted In", was hard to miss. Within hours, there were thousands ofments.


    I only returned home around dawn and was still a bit groggy when I arrived at the office. As I passed by, my colleagues kept giving me subtle nces. That was when I saw the forum post.


    The post contained photos of Willis and me, taken at my desk the night before. He was tall, so when he leaned over me, it looked as though he was about to kiss me from that angle. The photos were quite intimate, and thements below made my blood run cold.


    As I read thements, I felt a chill settle over me. It was clear now-some people would stop at nothing to sabotage me.