You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 8

Mark was drinking water when he opened his group chat. Upon seeing the flood of messages, he wondered what the fuss was about.

After tapping on the picture, he spewed the water in his mouth everywhere.

What's going on? Kenneth is holding Natasha's hand, and they look intimate doing so. Do they know each other? Has my advice fallen upon deaf ears?

With questions popping up in his mind, Mark thought about the project from before. His sharp intuition told him that there had to be something going on between the two of them.

Consequently, he began to grow anxious. It was one thing if Natasha was successful. However, if she wasn't, their company would have stepped on the toes of someone powerful.

Meanwhile, at the Programming Department, the hopes of many budding young men were dashed.

Evidently, only the rich had a chance with beauties.

Even though no one was sure what was going on, it was obvious the two of them had some history.

Once Natasha returned, she was stopped by the girls at the reception. “Ms. Watson, what’s your relationship with Mr.

Hamilton?”

Natasha frowned. Rumors spread really fast.

“There's no relationship to speak off!” she denied.

“But everyone saw Mr. Hamilton holding your hand... Are both of you dating?” one of them asked while staring at her.

After giving it some thought, Natasha replied with a smile, “How is that possible? It was nothing but a misunderstanding. Mr. Hamilton got the wrong person, as I simply resembled a friend of his.”

“Really?”

Natasha nodded with conviction. “It's true!”

Before they could respond, Natasha hurried back to the Programming Department.

There's one thing bad about coming back. People here are really nosy.

Nonetheless, upon entering the Design Department, she was greeted by the strange looks on everyone's faces.

Before she could say a word, Xavier's voice rang out from behind her. “Natasha, are you responsible for what happened?”

Turning around, Natasha saw Xavier storming up to her as if he was about to start an argument. Taken aback, his colleagues quickly stopped him. “Xavier, don't do anything rash.”

Nevertheless, Natasha looked at him without showing any fear. “I don't know if the decision has anything to do with me, but I have never courted any trouble at all. Also, before you start questioning me, shouldn't you reflect on whether you have actually done a good job with your project?”

Xavier sneered, “Are you saying that this is

due to my incompetence?” “Yes,” Natasha asserted.

“What do you know?” Xavier shouted. “We have spent an entire week on the project and customized it according to Hamilton Corporation's requirements. I dare not say that it's the best, but we are certainly a better fit among all the other companies. What does a woman like you know?”

“The time spent on a project doesn't determine its success. Time is only one of the many factors involved but not the most crucial one. Hamilton Corporation just wants software that is user-friendly for its employees. What you have created might have met their paper requirements, but it's not efficient at all.”

Xavier was stunned by Natasha's words as if she had struck at the heart of the matter.

Before Xavier could respond, someone approached them. “Ms. Watson, Mr. Yondel wants to see you.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, Natasha turned and left without saying another word.

Subsequently, Ross and Thomas consoled Xavier, telling him that Hamilton Corporation couldn't have based their decision on a woman.

Meanwhile, in Mark's office, Natasha had to explain the situation again after having just done so to the receptionists.

Given that Mark was someone experienced, he wasn't entirely convinced by her.

Upon leaving Mark's office, Natasha sighed in resignation.

She had wanted to have an ordinary job but didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Evidently, there would always be drama whenever she ran into Kenneth.

At that moment, her phone suddenly rang. Her mood improved slightly when she saw that it was Denise on the line.

“Is school over?”

“Yes, Mommy. What about you? What time will you get off work?” Denise asked in a sweet voice.