"Ms. Pruitt."
I met her gaze without flinching. "Yesterday, in the general meeting, you stated quite clearly that I wasn't responsible for any major projects. You said I was 'usually quite idle.'"
I gestured toward William.
"So I'm curious. How did responsibility for a hundred-million-dollar order suddenly land on the company's 'most idle' employee?"
A short, dry chuckle escaped me.
"That's a massive accusation, Ms. Pruitt. I'm afraid I'm not important enough to accept it."
Willow's expression froze. As if I'd slapped her.
She opened her mouth to refute me, to scream, to fire me—but the logic was a trap she'd set herself. For a long, agonizing moment, she couldn't find the words.
My words cut through her hypocrisy with surgical precision.
William, sensing the shift, panicked. He turned to the CEO, his voice rising. "Ms. Pruitt, look at his attitude! He's just lying down on the job! He's giving up completely!"
Willow ignored him, her glare fixed on me. "You claim to be the project department's chief person in charge?"