Chapter 3

The moment Chloe saw Robert, her face instantly transformed. She put on a tearful, helpless pout. "Robert... Avery is harassing me! She stormed over here screaming at me just because I’m HR..."

Robert didn’t even look at me. He immediately turned to comfort her. "Don't cry, Chloe. I’ve got your back."

Then he whipped around and glared at me with deep disappointment. "Avery, you’re a senior employee here. Where is your maturity? Chloe is doing her job. What’s wrong with enforcing workplace discipline? It’s just a photo without your face showing. Did you really need to make such an ugly scene in front of everyone?"

I stared at Robert in sheer disbelief. "Robert, I just negotiated a fifty-million-dollar contract for you. The ink isn’t even dry, and you’re stripping my bonus over this ridiculous stunt? And you’re letting her slander my character in public?"

"So what if it's fifty million? Does bringing in a deal give you the right to be above the rules?"

Robert waved his hand dismissively. "Let it go. Chloe had good intentions. Since you're throwing such a fit, I'll tell her not to dock your bonus. Consider the matter closed. Everyone, get back to work!"

"Consider it closed?"

I repeated his words, feeling something inside me shatter completely.

Looking at this toxic pair of in-laws, a wave of disgust washed over me.

I took a deep breath. "Fine. I understand."

I told myself: this isn't over.

Just not right here, right now.

That afternoon, I sat at my desk and typed out my resignation letter.

Before the end of the workday, I sent it straight to Robert’s inbox.

In less than a minute, my phone rang. It was Robert.

"Avery, I saw your email."

His voice carried a clear sense of relief. "Since your mind is made up, I won't hold you back. You know the company is expanding right now. Since you want to leave, let’s skip the two-week notice. Come in tomorrow morning to hand over your files, and today will be your last official working day."

Not even a token attempt to ask me to stay.

Clearly, they had been planning all along to push me out and hand my lucrative accounts over to their own family.

"Understood, Robert," I replied coldly. "See you tomorrow."

The next morning, I arrived at the office promptly.

I walked in to find Chloe already sitting in my executive chair, smugly ordering several interns to pack up my belongings.

Seeing me walk in, a victorious smirk spread across her face.

"Well, look who’s here to hand over her empire," Chloe sneered, emphasizing the words. "Don't worry, I'm taking over all your accounts. Robert said from now on, I’m running project management."