But now I saw clearly—I was just a sentimental fool of a programmer.
Fine.
I cut him off mid-lecture, my voice so calm it startled even me.
“…David Ross, you’re right.”
David kept talking, spit flying so close it nearly hit my face.
All those lofty words sounded like chewed-up sugarcane—flavorless, bitter.
I looked at him and nodded solemnly during a pause, as though I’d just had an epiphany.
“David, I understand now.”
A smug smile crossed his face. He was about to deliver his perfect closing remarks.
But I didn’t give him the chance.
Meeting his shocked gaze, I calmly opened my laptop and drafted a new email right there in front of him.
The recipient? The CEO of Riverton Labs.
“Sophie, what are you doing?”
David’s face twisted from triumph to alarm, his brows furrowing in suspicion.
He thought I was bluffing, trying to scare him with childish theatrics.
I ignored him, fingers tapping softly on the keyboard, loud enough for him to hear every word I was writing.
“Michael Chen, hello. Last month you mentioned wanting me to join as your Chief Technology Officer. Is the offer still on the table?”
David’s pupils contracted sharply.
I kept typing, my tone as calm as if I were filing a weekly report.