Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 393

Dominic was immersed in a document. Hearing her voice, he glanced up and gestured for her to sit.

Cynthia placed the proposal on his desk, her tone measured. "I want to join the joint team for the caregiving robot project. This is my proposal. Take a look."

Dominic flipped through the first two pages, his brow gradually furrowing.

He turned another page, then closed the folder and looked up at her.

"This doesn't reflect your usual standard."

Cynthia's lips twitched slightly as she suppressed her frustration. "Is there a problem with it?"

"The data citations are weak, and there are gaps in the system's logical framework. Your previous work was never this subpar."

Dominic pushed the file back toward her. His tone wasn't harsh, but it left zero room for negotiation.

"You must be exhausted lately. Take some time to rest. I'll handle things at work."

Cynthia's hands clenched tightly in her lap.

She stood up, taking the proposal back while maintaining a gentle smile. "I have been feeling a bit tired. I'll take a few days off."

She turned and walked out. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, her composed facade shattered completely.

She stood in the hallway, her nails digging painfully into her palms.

Those high-scoring college papers? She had bought them.

She had long forgotten how to actually write anything of substance.

This proposal, which she had painstakingly scraped together herself, didn't even meet Dominic's bare minimum standards.

Meanwhile, Seraphina's proposal was being studied like a holy text by the entire tech department.

Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly neutralizing her expression before heading to the restroom.

In the mirror, her face was a mask of cool detachment, betraying nothing.

She turned on the faucet and washed her hands, but her eyes were dark with malice.

The next day, Cynthia showed up at the office and completely avoided the topic of work.

At noon, she asked Dominic to lunch. He didn't decline, and the two took a seat at the Western restaurant downstairs.

Midway through her steak, Cynthia set down her silverware and looked across the table.

"Dominic, my mom called yesterday."

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