The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 286

When Georgia left, she didn't even bother tidying up her office. She just grabbed a few personal items and her favorite little desk trinkets, stuffed them into a small box, and walked out of the company.

She'd thought that getting fired—especially after crossing Victoria—would win her some sympathy, maybe even support. She imagined a crowd of coworkers seeing her off, maybe some words of encouragement.

But as she walked all the way to the elevator, nobody even looked her way. Every colleague she passed treated her like she was invisible. Not a single glance, not even a whispered comment.

The disappointment hit hard, gradually morphing into anger. So this was how quickly people turned on you. Out of sight, out of mind.

What Georgia didn't know was that the entire office was quietly celebrating her departure. No one shed a tear, and quite a few were relieved.

After all, she'd spent months swaggering around, throwing her weight behind Violet's authority, acting superior to everyone. She'd made plenty of enemies. Just that morning, she'd even dragged Mr. Garcia into her fight with Victoria—who in their right mind would scold the company's CEO in front of everyone?

At the elevator, the doors slid open with a soft ding. A tall woman stepped out, files in hand. She was striking—attractive, polished, with a professional air.

Georgia couldn't help but glance at her repeatedly. Noticing the attention, the woman approached.

"Excuse me, could you point me to Ms. Marchand's office? I'm here to interview for her assistant's position."

Georgia almost burst into tears right then and there. She hadn't even fully left and already someone was being brought in to replace her.

She'd thought Violet would never find a better assistant, that she'd be begged to come back. Instead, she'd been swapped out faster than a trash bag.

"No idea. Find it yourself," Georgia snapped, then stormed into the elevator, hugging her box tightly. As the doors closed, she realized her ties with Quantum Core Technologies had ended for good.

Victoria spent the entire day holed up in the server room, only emerging with everyone else when work was done. The crisis had been handled, but a new set of challenges awaited.

"Victoria, everyone's exhausted. Let me treat you all to dinner tonight," George offered, hoping to lift the team's spirits.

Victoria hesitated—she was tired and not much in the mood for company. But she'd come here to build relationships with the tech team, and this was a perfect chance.

"All right," she nodded. It was a group event, and skipping it would make her seem aloof.

"I'll invite Ms. Ailie, too," George added. "I know you two get along."

Victoria gave her assent.

That evening, George took everyone to a Japanese restaurant. The group settled into a private booth, chatting freely.

Ailie arrived late; by the time she came in, everyone was already eating. Victoria had saved her a seat. Ailie sat down, took a sip of wine, and leaned closer.

"Good news—Georgia's gone," she whispered.

Victoria blinked. "What?"