NovelUpdateChapter 128 Victoria rose gracefully, completely ignoring McNeil's offered hand.
"Sorry, I have something to take care of. Mr. Garcia, let's catch up another time." She had no patience for McNeil's theatrics.
Violet placed her glass of water gently on the table, her voice cool and measured.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ms. Turner, what could be more important than dinner? As Mr. Garcia's assistant, we were just about to discuss this gpartnership. I hear you know a thing or two about programming. Why not join us, take notes while we talk business over the meal?" She gave Victoria a pointed look. "After all, that's part of an assistant's job, isn't it?" Ailie nearly upended the steaming pot of tea the server had just brought-right over Violet's smug head. But basic decency made her hold back.
Curtis was about to argue that business talk should wait until after dinner, but Victoria simply sat back down. "Fine," she said.
Ailie couldn't help but snipe from the side. "A gpartnership, huh? At the launch today, Ms. Marchand claimed she wrote the gherself. Does she even have the source code? How long did it take her?" Ailie had watched Victoria pour endless days and nights into writing that game- originally meant as a gift for her own family. It was Ailie who'd convinced Victoria to bring it to the company, hoping to turn a profit. If she'd known Violet would swoop in and steal the credit, she would've rather let the ggather dust.
Violet smiled. "Actually, I didn't write the game." She admitted it so easily that Ailie was momentarily stunned.
Victoria sat quietly, giving no sign of surprise or intent to argue. She had no interest in claiming the spotlight now.
"All I did was help IT fix a few bugs that day," Violet continued breezily. "I joked with them that they should put my ndown as developer. Must've been a misunderstanding. Ms. Ailie, didn't you tell IT who actually wrote the program?" The bllanded squarely on Ailie. She clenched her fists under the table, frustrated, remembering too late that she had indeed forgotten to clarify.
Victoria's expression didn't waver. "It doesn't matter who wrote it anymore." Violet glanced at her. "Exactly. No matter how popular a gis, it still needs to be launched, marketed, managed. Without investment or promotion, what does talent matter?" McNeil turned to Curtis. "Violet's got her eye on this project-she thinks there's real potential here. If the company has talent like this, we should make the most of it. Money's not an issue. I'm also considering promoting Violet to vice president." Ailie looked like she'd swallowed something bitter.
Victoria had written the whole program, but now others would get the money, the promotions, while she was left to be mocked. Where was the justice in that? Ailie squeezed Victoria's hand under the table, desperate to speak up. Should she reveal the truth? The urge was almost unbearable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictoria remained unfazed. "Sounds good," she said simply.
Just then, her phone rang. She stood up. "I'm sorry, Mr. Garcia. I don't think Garcia. I it's appropriate forto be involved in this discussion. I'll excuse myself." It was a call from Lyndon-next week's rally race was far more important to her than any company politics.
McNeil watched Victoria's screen as she left, but the glare made it impossible to see anything.
"McNeil," Violet called softly, snapping him out of it.
"I'm planning to add another fifty-three million to the budget for this game," she announced, her smile NO wide. Curtis, for sreason, felt a heaviness settle in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to celebrate.
"By the way," McNeil added, "you mentioned that this gwas m written by a talented young woman in your company. When can you introduce us?" McNeil was a businessman-always interested in anything that could turn a profit, and he had a keen eye for talent.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
