The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 5

“Actually, I do have a problem with that,” Penelope said, raising an eyebrow with a smile.

Mr. Sullivan’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected such a direct refusal.

“Penelope, Dad must have his reasons. Just listen to him,” Zebulon whispered.

“What reasons?”

Zebulon froze. The Penelope he knew was obedient. She never questioned him.

“You must be tired. Why don’t we discuss this at the office tomorrow…”

“I am tired. After all, I had to sweet-talk a client, secure a deal, and then rush home to surprise you.”

“Then…”

“But I’d still like to hear Father’s reasons.”

Penelope kept smiling, her tone soft, but she refused to back down an inch.

“Hmph,” Mr. Sullivan grunted.

Penelope turned to him. “I’ve spent the better part of a year on this project. I’ve been on the road more than I’ve been home, working late nights, sometimes even sleeping at the office. Now that it’s about to close, you want to replace me. I think I deserve an explanation, don’t you?”

“You need to learn to see the bigger picture!”

“And what is the bigger picture?”

“You are a Sullivan. This company will belong to you and Zebulon one day. What’s one project in the grand scheme of things? I’m doing this to help you build goodwill.”

Penelope let out a snort of laughter. The president of Stone Group could lie without so much as blinking.

“You think this is funny?” Mrs. Sullivan, who had been simmering with anger, finally erupted. “If you weren’t our daughter-in-law, he wouldn't be wasting his breath reasoning with you! He’d just fire you. You think you could do anything about it?”

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