Previously, I had thought about the possibility of Bruce orchestrating all of this. But nonetheless, I was now hearing him admit to it personally.
It still felt like my heart was being stabbed with a dagger, and the pain was unbearable.
He was such an intelligent man. And if this was something that Caroline had thought of, surely he was capable of doing so too.
However, he wanted to have Cindy be the one leading the project.
It wasn't as simple as having her come to our company to gain some experience.
He wanted to give her something more substantial. He wanted to give her more.
After quite a while, I finally found my own voice again. Calmly, I said, "Mr. Harold, this is different from what we agreed on previously."
"Is it?" Bruce looked away and replied nonchalantly, "I don't think I ever promised to bring you along, have I?"
That wasn't wrong. Indeed, he had never said so.
In the presence of all three of us, Nikolai had sung praises about the video I produced. But despite that, Bruce still had the most influence at the end of the day.
He treated Cindy like the bougainvillea in his garden. He watered it and pruned it personally.
I, on the other hand, was just a gardener whom he forced to assist in protecting that plant of his.
I was a nobody. I was someone who could be discarded once he was done with me.
Was there anyone who would care about how an insignificant gardener felt?
I couldn't help but sneer. "Mr. Harold, there can only be one person in charge of this project. And that person is me."
Upon hearing this, Bruce froze and stopped writing.
He looked up slowly and gazed at me with his deep, dark eyes. "What do you mean by that, Ms. Fisher?"
I answered him honestly, "No agreement has been signed with Camille yet, Mr. Harold. Let's see which one of us has the ability to have him sign it."
My working principle was to never give up easily. So, I would persevere until the very last second.
Bruce acted as if he had just heard a funny joke. He scoffed and leaned back on his chair.
Then, he asked lazily, "Do you think that you've still got a chance?"
"I will have to try in order to find out," I said in a belligerent tone.
Bruce didn't respond immediately. But after a while, he said, "You're still the same, Nancy."
I knew that he was mocking me.
He had helped Cindy to get a headstart with the matter regarding Camille. But that aside, I was now challenging Bruce. I was aware that I was biting off more than I could chew.
After all, Roeval Group was a corporation that had the financial and material resources. And right now, Caroline and I were overreaching.
But then again, what if this was the case?
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