Chapter 4

Linda was first to present.

She twisted her hips as she walked to the projection screen, confident as if she were walking a red carpet.

"Our Harmony Solutions has industry-leading service concepts..."

The entire presentation was all posturing. The PowerPoint content was empty and meaningless.

Full of "dedicated service" and "premium experience"---all phrases dripping with innuendo.

When she reached the technical details, she stuttered.

"Um... this..."

She had to ask the technician beside her for help. The scene became extremely awkward.

Vincent coldly cut her off: "Mr. Wallace, is this your sincerity?"

The boss immediately broke into a cold sweat, stammering without daring to respond.

"This... Mr. Hayes, we can discuss the terms further..."

Vincent waved his hand impatiently: "Next."

I straightened my suit jacket, took the presentation remote, and walked onto the stage.

Full presence.

No wasted words. Just solid data and logic.

I pointed at the line graph on the screen: "As far as I know, Harmony's current inventory turnover rate cannot support Mr. Hayes's requirements."

That sentence struck right at the boss's fatal weakness.

He slammed the table and stood up: "Evelyn Foster! You're leaking your former company's confidential information!"

He pointed at me and roared: "Mr. Hayes, this is commercial crime! All this data was stolen by her!"

He was trying to disrupt the conference and muddy the waters.

I looked at him calmly, a mocking smile playing at my lips.

"Mr. Wallace, this data is extrapolated from your publicly available financial reports."

"Is it that hard to admit your own mismanagement?"

My gaze was sharp: "Also, this is my professional competence. Unlike some people who only focus their energy on handing out condoms to employees."

The whole room burst into laughter.

Vincent couldn't help but smile as well, the admiration in his eyes impossible to hide.

The boss's face turned the color of liver, but he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Vincent announced on the spot: "No need for further discussion."

He closed the folder: "I'm very satisfied with Golden Tech's proposal. Director Foster, let's sign the contract."

He completely ignored the group from Harmony.

Linda still wouldn't give up. She tried to rush forward and act cute to salvage the situation: "Mr. Hayes, please reconsider..."

Vincent frowned and called security.

"Please escort this woman out. This is a conference room, not a nightclub."

Security guards grabbed Linda by the arms and dragged her out. One of her high heels fell off.

The boss looked ashen as he watched that contract worth tens of millions fall into my hands.

All his arrogance completely extinguished in that moment.

Walking out of the conference room, the boss slumped on a bench in the hallway like a broken man.

Like a mangy dog whose spine had been snapped.

I walked up to him and looked down from above.

"Mr. Wallace, I told you."

"Multi-million dollar contracts aren't signed by taking your clothes off."

"This project---I'm taking it."

The glass door of the conference room was suddenly slammed open with a loud thud.

The boss rushed out, his face flushed red, his tie askew.

He threw a thick stack of documents viciously onto Rachel's desk. Papers flew everywhere.

"Useless! What's the point of keeping you useless people!"