Harvey's expression was enough to disgust me. I knew whatever he was about to say wouldn't be good.
I tilted my head curiously. "So, how exactly do you plan to compensate me, Mr. Zimmerman?"
Harvey was pleased with my cooperative attitude. "In a few days, we'll be discussing an investment deal with Flint Group. If you perform well, I'll fully acknowledge you as part of our team."
Flint Group? I couldn't help but smile.
What were the odds? At this point, I wasn't even surprised by the sheer amount of coincidences thrown my way.
Seeing me smile, Harvey mistakenly thought I was overjoyed. He walked over and patted my shoulder. "I know you have misgivings about me, but consider this a test. If you do well, there'll be benefits for you."
After returning to my desk, Heather leaned over, her eyes shining with excitement for gossip.
I chuckled helplessly and said, "It's just another case of workplace manipulation.
…
That evening, Eric came to pick me up after work as usual. The moment I got into the car, I spilled everything about my day. Eric couldn't stop laughing.
"That guy, Harvey—he really thinks you're just a naive rookie, doesn't he?"
I nodded. "Yeah. He's probably popping champagne at home right now, celebrating what he thinks is my upcoming downfall. How dare he use a large project with Flint Group to get rid of me? Isn't he even worried that I might drag him down with me?"
Eric leaned back against his seat, his voice soft but amused. "He's been in a position of power for too long. After years of people sucking up to him, he probably thinks he's untouchable—like he's the king of your department."
I nodded in agreement.
As we reached a red light, I turned to look at him. "Eric, can you do me a favor?"
He looked at me with gentle indulgence. "Of course. It's about the investment meeting in two days, isn't it?"
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