“There’s really no need for all that. I got five hundred thousand, but everyone at the company contributed to the project, so everyone deserves a share. Mr. Garcia only gave the bonus to me, so now people are just gossiping about it in private. If I went public and made a scene, I’d have even less of a case.
I work for Quantum Core Technologies. Even if I created something, it still belongs to the company. Sometimes it’s better to just take the win and keep your mouth shut.”
After hearing Victoria’s explanation, Ailie felt much more at ease.
“So… what about the cake?”
She glanced at the trash can and felt a pang of regret.
Why take it out on the cake?
“Forget it, it’s already gone. Lunch is on me today.”
Ailie headed back to her desk. Just then, Violet’s assistant showed up, handing Victoria a stack of documents, saying Ms. Marchand asked her to deliver them to Mr. Garcia.
Victoria flipped through the papers. Every page was about Violet herself.
Apparently, these were for the annual company gala—but honestly, it looked more like Violet’s personal showcase than a corporate event.
It seemed McNeil would be attending, too.
After a quick glance, Victoria left the documents on Curtis’s desk.
Two days later, the Quantum Core Technologies annual gala arrived right on schedule.
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