Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)
Chapter 493 I'm Done For

I was already back in my apartment when Ms. Tanness called.

"What happened, Eva? You're fired? How's that possible? I've asked the HR department, but they didn't hear anything about it. Mr. McLennan and I will be back in Erewhon two days later. Just hold on a little longer." Ms. Tanness lowered her voice as if she was worried someone would overhear her.

I rubbed my temples and said, "Long story short, my supervisor fired me. Don't tell Jack about it, though. I'll handle it."

"Are you sure about that? Are you not going to work in the company anymore?" Ms. Tanness sounded a little anxious.

I was aware that Jack had instructed her to look after me. She would be the first one to get an earful if he found out that something happened to me. Also, I wasn't a kid who went crying for mommy because I lost a fight with my friend. "Don't worry about it, Ms. Tanness. I'll come back to the company, but I want them to beg for me to return."

Mr. Finnley probably overestimated my abilities and thought I could finish a project plan and design in a few days. I had only completed half of my work, and even the main framework wasn't finalized.

Mr. Finnley had no idea about my health, which led to him believing that I worked overtime every single day because I wanted to steal his credit. I sighed quietly. My design work wasn't finished, and I was very confident that no one in the company could complete it.

I packed my suitcase and took my laptop along. Then, I went to the neighboring city for a vacation. Life was too short, and mine was shorter. I had to make the best of it.

I enjoyed the beautiful scenery that Erewhon had to offer. Whenever I had the time, I would complete my design work as well. After all, this was a big project under Jack. I couldn't just leave it aside.

As expected, Mr. Finnley called me in less than three days. However, I blocked him, Anne, and everyone else when their calls came in.

There were some issues with the design, but they used my creative ideas as a selling point when Howard signed on to the collaboration. So, it was impossible to swap design proposals halfway into it.

I continued to savor the delightful moments of my vacation. On the seventh day, I received a call from an unknown number. I had a pretty good idea who it was. As expected, I heard Anne's panicked voice when I answered it.

"Are you out of your mind, Rinatta? Why haven't you been picking up our calls?"

"I was fired. Why should I answer your calls? Do you expect me to go back and work overtime?"

That was enough to shut Anne up despite her frustration. They fired me and stole my design. Why did they think that they could ask me to go back to the company and keep working for them?

Anne's panting grew much more

rapid on the other end of the phone.

After a while, she said sinisterly, "Don't let it go to your head, Rinatta, The project design isn't completed, and you're obligated to finish it Otherwise, you'll be the main culprit if the ten-million-dollar project goes haywire. The company will call the police, and you'll be put behind bars for the rest of your life.

"Where are you right now? Come back this instant!"

"Be my guest. Call the police." I found that Anne actually wasn't that smart. Aside from her somewhat competent design skills and her excellent figure, she really didn't have any redeeming qualities.

"I'll return to the company if the

police officer tells me that someone who's been fired has to go back to their previous company and work for free. If there's such a law in Erewhon, feel free to send your

resource to me. I'll have my lawyer flyover."

Afterward, I hung up the phone and walked to the bathroom with a skip in my steps to take a shower. When was done with that, I realized that there were several missed calls. At first thought it was Anne and Mr. Finnley. To my surprise, however, it was Jack.

My right eyelid started twitching, and I had a sinking feeling in my gut. When the doorbell rang, I almost dropped my phone out of shock.

I walked over to the door and saw Jack's gloomy face through the peephole. That was when I knew that I was done for.