The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 41

“Alright, everyone, take a look at this,” Penelope announced, her phone recording as she narrated her ordeal. “This is what Stone Group does—they work you to the bone, and the second you land a huge project, they throw you away for no reason! But that’s not all. After I graciously agreed to help with the handover, they’re now refusing to let me take my personal belongings!”

She documented everything, weaving through the different departments as employees ducked their heads in embarrassment, desperate to avoid being caught on camera.

Tracy, flustered, tried to snatch her phone, but Penelope shoved her back.

“You lay a hand on my phone, and I’m calling the cops!” she warned.

The assistant, merely following her boss’s orders, shrank back. She wasn’t about to pick a fight with the police, so she scurried off to get the CEO.

“I’m sure you’re all dying to know the name of this wonderful company,” Penelope continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, I’m about to tell you. It’s called—”

“Penelope! That’s enough!”

Mr. Sullivan came rushing down from the top floor, his voice booming across the office.

Penelope turned to face him, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips as she aimed the camera directly at him.

He instinctively covered his face before realizing how pathetic it looked. “Get to my office. Now!” he bellowed, quickly retreating into the elevator.

Penelope let out a triumphant little laugh and headed for the elevators herself.

“You’re my heroine.” Wilma whispered, darting over to her side.

Penelope playfully tapped her on the forehead. “This has nothing to do with you. Get back to work.”

Wilma shrugged. “There’s no work to do. Ever since Rebecca took over, she’s completely monopolized the KINY Group project. The rest of us can’t get a word in edgewise.”

Penelope chuckled. Rebecca thought she was being clever, but she was a fool. A project of that scale required a team effort, not one person’s grandstanding. Her insecurity and fear of sharing credit would be her downfall; she could never lead a department or successfully manage a project with that attitude.

“Delete that video. Immediately,” he commanded.

Penelope remained silent, unmoving.

“I am so disappointed in you,” he seethed. “Stone Group nurtured you, promoted you, gave you every opportunity. You’ve made a fortune here over the years, and this is how you repay us? By dragging the company’s name through the mud?”

He took a breath, his voice rising. “And forget the company for a second! Think about what I’ve done for you personally. I picked you out of a sea of interns, mentored you myself, and I even welcomed you into my family, arranged for my son to marry you! Have you forgotten all of that?”

After his tirade, his anger seemed to subside slightly.

Penelope just laughed, a cold, sharp sound. “Stone Group nurtured me, and for six years, I gave this company my all. I landed major projects that single-handedly pulled this company out of financial crises!”

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