Cecelia Archer had been angry, not sad.

Vivian Mason was using her connections to get her fired, which was fine—Cecelia didn’t want to work there anymore anyway. Let them fire her! But if they thought they could get away with docking her pay, they had another thing coming.

She had come back to grab the things she’d left behind. Tomorrow, she would file a complaint with the proper authorities. She wouldn’t just get her salary back; she’d fight for her severance pay, too!

But when Mr. Jordan called her "girl," she suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore.

It was as if she was seeing her father from before he passed away. Whenever she was little and came home upset about something, her father would speak to her in the very same way.

Cecelia Archer wasn’t one to cry, but in that moment, tears streamed down her face like a broken faucet.

"Mr. Jordan... *sob*..."

Mr. Jordan flew into a rage and took Cecelia Archer back to Triton.

"Arthur King! Arthur King? Get out here!"

It was almost time to clock out, and everyone was slacking off at their desks with nothing to do. Suddenly, a man burst in, shouting the boss’s name, and all eyes snapped in his direction.

This, of course, included the colleagues from the sales department.

When they saw Cecelia Archer returning so soon after leaving, accompanied by a tall, distinguished-looking middle-aged man who was rudely shouting their boss’s name, they all turned to look at Vivian Mason.

"What’s going on? How is she back already? And she brought a man with her? Who’s that? He looks old enough to be her father. Don’t tell me he’s her sugar daddy."

"Vivian, so what you said before was all true? Is Cecelia Archer’s personal life really that messy? What about her husband? Even a husband that handsome can’t keep her satisfied?"

Vivian Mason hadn’t expected Cecelia Archer to drag Mr. Jordan from Stratton over.

She had already suspected the two of them were having an affair, and now she was completely certain.

With a cold sneer, she said, "I told you all a long time ago, you can’t judge a book by its cover, but you wouldn’t believe me. Now you see what kind of trash she really is, don’t you? That man from the other night wasn’t her husband at all. He was just an actor she paid for! She’s unbelievably vain. You were all fooled by her!"

"What? She actually paid an actor to pretend to be her husband?"

"It’s to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. She thought that by having a ’husband’ as a shield, no matter what she did when she went out, you wouldn’t think anything of it. Get it?"

’So Cecelia Archer was that calculating!’ Everyone wore expressions that said they’d finally seen her true colors.

Just as they were whispering among themselves, the boss arrived, having heard the commotion. "Who’s making such a ruckus out here?"

Seeing her uncle had arrived, Vivian Mason hurried over to greet him.

"Uncle, Cecelia Archer was absent without reason for several days. She finally came back today, and when the manager scolded her a bit, she actually kicked over his chair in the office. I saw how outrageous she was being, so I told her not to come in tomorrow. But who would’ve thought... look..."

After Vivian Mason finished speaking, the boss, Arthur King, looked toward Mr. Jordan.

He glanced once, then looked again as if in disbelief, and his expression immediately turned to panic.

"Mr. Jordan? What brings you here? Oh my, you should have told me you were gracing us with your presence. I would have gone to pick you up! My apologies for not welcoming you properly, truly. You’ve gone to too much trouble. Quick, quick, come to my office and have a seat."

Seeing the man walking toward him, bowing and scraping, Mr. Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"You know me?"

Arthur King’s face was a mask of flattery. "Mr. Jordan, your name is legendary in the industry. Who doesn’t know you? I’ve admired you for a long time. What brings you to my humble company today? Your presence truly brightens this place, it really does."

Although he was laying on the flattery thick, Mr. Jordan wasn’t buying it. He let out a cold snort.

"Come to your company? You think I came here for you? Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know her?"

As he spoke, he pulled Cecelia Archer a step forward, so she stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

Arthur King looked and saw it was none other than Cecelia Archer from the sales department.

"Of course, I know her. She’s an employee here. She’s the one who signed the contract with you, Mr. Jordan."

"I hear the contract I signed with her was for too small an amount. Your company looks down on it, is that right?"

"What? No, not at all!" Arthur King was practically scared to death by his words.

"The fact that you were willing to sign a contract with our company is a great honor, Mr. Jordan. Regardless of the amount, it makes me feel extremely proud. Please, don’t listen to troublemakers trying to stir things up."

Mr. Jordan countered, "If it’s such an honor, then the person who brought back the contract is a hero. Is this how you treat your heroes?"

"Mr. Jordan, what do you mean by that..."

"She’s been working at the construction site by my warehouse for the past few days. Out of more than 20 companies on site, she was the only female employee. You made a slender saleswoman do hard manual labor, and she did it with great enthusiasm without a single word of complaint. I was just thinking how lucky Triton was, and then I find out you were blind enough to fire such a hardworking and outstanding employee?"

"What? Fired her? It’s a misunderstanding, Mr. Jordan, a misunderstanding! I didn’t know anything about this. I had absolutely no intention of firing her."

As he said this, he seemed to think of something and turned to look back at Vivian Mason.

"Was this your doing? What trouble have you caused me now?"

Vivian Mason: "..."

’That shameless bitch Cecelia, what kind of sweet nothings did she whisper to Mr. Jordan? To make him disregard his own reputation and come to another company to publicly demand justice for her. This Vixen really has some skills!’

"I didn’t fire her! I’m not in management, I don’t have that authority. President King, you should be asking our manager about this."

The manager froze. ’You’ve got to be kidding me, Vivian Mason! A master of passing the buck! She’s trying to throw me under the bus!’

He quickly passed the buck as well. "Cecelia is an outstanding employee on my team! I’m the one who promoted her; why would I ever fire her? I called her back today to talk about raising her commission. Cecelia, you must have misheard. See, you’re still young and impatient. You ran off before I could finish my sentence. It’s all a big misunderstanding, isn’t it?"

’A pack of gutless cowards.’

Even though Mr. Jordan hadn’t been there at the time, he could tell from their expressions that they were all trying to shift the blame.

’A company like this, with colleagues like these, was truly not worth Cecelia Archer staying for.’

"Oh? So you called her back to raise her commission. How much were you planning on raising it?"

"Raise it by..." The manager’s eyes darted nervously toward his boss.

In front of Mr. Jordan, he certainly wanted to save face.

Arthur King was clearly thinking the same thing. "Four percent. Cecelia, you just keep up the good work. I’ll raise your commission to 4%, and there will be a year-end bonus. The company will definitely not treat you unfairly."

’He raises it when he feels like it, lowers it when he feels like it, with no principles whatsoever. It’s as if an employee’s livelihood and career prospects are a complete joke to him.’

Cecelia wasn’t about to be swayed by an extra one percent. Just as she was about to say something, Mr. Jordan spoke first.

"Raise her commission to 10%, fire these two, and make Cecelia the sales manager."

He jutted his chin toward Vivian Mason and the manager. Arthur King’s face filled with distress.

"Mr. Jordan, you can’t be serious..."

Mr. Jordan sneered. "Aren’t you going to ask me why I want you to fire this woman?"

"Your name is Vivian Mason, right? Last time at Stratton, the woman sitting on the procurement manager’s lap, kissing him until her lips were swollen—that was you, wasn’t it?"

"Huh?"

The office erupted in an uproar.

Mr. Jordan continued, "I told Cecelia right then and there that when she got back, she had to report this to her superiors and kick this shameless, underhanded scum of the industry to the curb. Why are you still here?"

"Cecelia, you’re just too soft-hearted. You’re always trying to give people a second chance. And what’s the result? You’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?"