Chapter 921

No.1

"Right." Xavier lowered his head to resume.

No one noticed his trembling grip on the proposal.

......

"Got some nerve, harassing Wendy?"

In the print room, a male employee kicked Roman hard in the ribs.

"You want jail time? Or will you kneel, kowtow to Wendy, and slap yourself a hundred times?"

Roman curled on the floor, clutching his stomach in pain.

No.2

He knew arguing was pointless.

That morning, he'd been heading to the meeting with his proposal when someone tripped him from behind—sending him crashing into Wendy.

She'd immediately screamed about assault.

Colleagues dragged him into the print room without question, beating him relentlessly.

They demanded groveling apologies and self-inflicted slaps.

None of that mattered to him.

Only the proposal did.

No.3

It represented all his effort, his only hope.

Now it was missing.

Had someone stolen it?

If humiliation meant freedom, he'd comply.

But the colleagues blocking the exit told him this wouldn't end easily.

"Thinking about your...proposal?" Zachary bent down with a malicious grin.

Roman's pupils contracted.

No.4

"Bet he wonders how we know about it," Wendy taunted. "Should we tell him Evelyn ratted him out?"

Roman's breath hitched.

"Idiot!" Wendy shrilled. "You were supposed to get Evelyn's interview footage for our boss, but you showed her your proposal? Thought she'd help? Dream on!"

Roman stayed silent on the floor.

"You don't know how things work at HQ," Zachary said faux-kindly. "Evelyn lost her baby in that crash and got demoted here. And you thought she was your ticket up?"

"She sold you out to suck up to our department," Wendy added. "She needs us now."

"Boss wanted Evelyn's interview to show her up, but you sided with her." Zachary delivered another kick. "Serves you right!"

No.5

Roman didn't react.

As Wendy prepared more insults, a knock interrupted.

"Open up. I need to print something for the meeting." Evelyn's voice was clear.

Panic erupted.

They yanked Roman up, hastily straightening his clothes.

"One word and you're dead," Zachary hissed.

Wendy opened the door with a simpering smile. "Evelyn, why print yourself? No assistants in the meeting?"

No.6

Evelyn's gaze swept the room, landing on Roman. "Your proposal's being discussed. Shouldn't you present it?"

Roman's head jerked up in disbelief.

Wendy and the others paled.

"Come with me," Evelyn told Roman.

He followed instantly.

"Evelyn!" Wendy stammered. "I thought you needed to print—"

"I did. But finding Roman was more urgent." Evelyn's tone was flat.

No.7

Wendy didn't dare stop them.

However much they schemed behind her back, Evelyn's status still intimidated them openly.

As they hurried toward the conference room, Evelyn paused. "Fix your appearance."

Roman quickly adjusted his clothes and hair.

"Xavier's already presented your proposal," Evelyn murmured. "Play it smart inside."

Roman blanched but nodded.