His face twitched, but he held his temper.
“Fine. Your suspension is lifted. Contact the clients immediately and make sure they don’t pull out.”
I smiled.
“Sir, shouldn’t you be asking your top sales performer for help? I’m just a girl who ‘uses her looks’ to get results, remember? I don’t have that kind of skill.”
His face turned the color of liver—dark, angry, ugly.
“Phoebe, coworkers joke around. You actually took that seriously?”
I kept smiling, but the smile had shards of ice in it.
“So when my Sales Champion title was revoked and I lost a 70,000‑dollars bonus—that was a joke, too?
“And me ordering a five-dollar dish being labeled as ‘extravagant waste’—also a joke?”
Each word hit him like a slap.
His face went red, then white, then a sickly bluish-purple.
He stayed silent. I knew he was wrestling with himself. Admitting he’d messed up just didn’t fit a big boss like him.
Just then, Sadie came running over, excited.
“Sir! CipherLux Innovations agreed to invest!”
Cody instantly lit up, smiling like he’d already won.
“Great! Ah, Sadie, you’re the company’s lucky star! With their company backing us, clients will be begging to cooperate!”
Then he shot me a vicious glare.