Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 190

As she turned, the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume drifted past him. Julian smiled faintly, tucking the rejected business card back into his pocket without a word.

Vivienne watched the entire exchange from the sidelines, practically vibrating with rage. She was already struggling to accept that Willow was running this project, but seeing her act so high and mighty made her want to grind her teeth into dust. Someone she had effortlessly treated like garbage was now sitting across from her at the negotiation table, holding all the cards. To Vivienne, this was an unbearable humiliation.

But the math just wasn't adding up. How on earth had Willow swindled her way into Merit Biotech? Managing a multi-million dollar portfolio with a VP title? Was the man behind the curtain at Merit a complete idiot?

Why else would he put someone with zero capability, zero connections, and zero relevant experience in charge of something this massive?

She had dreaded dealing with some bitter, overweight middle-aged spinster, but now she realized she would have vastly preferred that over facing Willow.

Suddenly, everything clicked. All those brutal, endless revisions to the project proposals hadn't been because her work was subpar. It was a targeted, vindictive campaign by Willow to make her life a living hell.

But despite her boiling fury, Vivienne still had a job to do. As the lead contractor on the account, the burden of the actual presentation fell squarely on her shoulders.

Vivienne booted up the presentation she had forced Leo to compile and began reciting her rehearsed talking points. She stubbornly refused to look in Willow's direction. On the rare occasions her gaze did drift toward the head of the table, it was laced with blatant, searing disgust.

"Did I ever say the raw data was flawed?" Willow challenged, her voice dripping with condescension. "I said your breakdown was wrong. Is it possible that the data is perfectly fine, but your summary and conclusions are a complete disaster?"

With that, Willow systematically tore through the presentation slide by slide, meticulously dismantling every single error and contradiction for the entire boardroom to see.

The rest of the attendees listened in rapt, agreeable silence, thoroughly impressed by her sharp analysis. Everyone except Vivienne. Because Vivienne knew the truth—she was the one who had botched the summaries. To her, Willow wasn't just critiquing a slide deck; she was viciously slapping her across the face in front of the entire room.