Chapter 2

The moment those words were out, everyone else spoke up without any restraint.

"Neil, this is so low of you!"

"How do you have the nerve to steal a deal someone else fought to the death to close?"

"Exactly! It's scum like you that ruin the whole atmosphere around here."

"That's why I unconditionally support Assistant Delgado in clearing out the company's parasites and driving out the ones who got in through connections."

"I support him too. I never expected Assistant Delgado to be such a fair and upright person."

"I admire him!!"

Sean grew more and more pleased with everyone's praise of him.

He looked at me, his face full of mockery.

"Neil, you see, it really wasn't my intention to fire you—the whole company unanimously decided to let you go."

"So you can't blame me. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself."

Unhurried, I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze.

"You just said I stole a colleague's credit when I closed the deal?"

"Then may I ask, whose credit did I steal?"

From start to finish, I was the only one who went and negotiated the partnership, all the way through to bringing it together and getting the contract signed.

I really wanted to know who exactly was saying I'd stolen the credit.

Sean didn't rush to argue back. Instead, he let out a sneer.

"Then go ask him yourself!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the conference room door opened.

The doorway instantly buzzed with noise, as if a crowd of gawking employees had gathered there.

I didn't turn to look. I just waited for that person to come out.

The next second, a familiar set of footsteps reached my ears.

"You stole my credit!!"

Everyone turned toward the doorway as one.

I still didn't turn my head. I only clenched my fist without thinking.

When the person got closer, another wave of shocked gasps swept the conference room.

"Holy crap, his best buddy!"

"The credit Neil stole was actually his good buddy Dylan's."

"That's really rotten of him. A complete scoundrel."

"Like the saying goes, guard against fire, theft, and your best friend—doesn't the same go for buddies?"

Dylan had already walked up beside me. He looked down at me, his eyes full of hatred.

The anger on his face didn't look faked. It was as if he really had been wronged and gotten nothing in return.

It made everyone in the room willing to believe him—that someone must have stolen his credit.

I finally moved. I raised my head and looked up at him.

Dylan and I locked eyes, and what I saw wasn't how wronged he was, but the jealous resentment of a man who couldn't stand that I was doing well.

"Give me one reason for the backstab."

Dylan suddenly flew into a rage. "What backstab? Don't make me out to be some villain."

"You're the one who took the credit that was rightfully mine. I've put up with it as long as I can, and I'm not putting up with you anymore."

"Luckily, Assistant Delgado is a good man who can tell right from wrong. He hates it when people in the company pull these underhanded tricks, so he helps those of us who've been wronged get justice."

The moment he said that, everyone turned on me with vicious words.