After sorting out the entire financial process, I pulled an all-nighter to draft the company's HR reform proposal.
Mr. Smith sang my praises. He reminded me that the company's internal relations were deeply entangled and warned me not to upset the veterans, but he also started letting me handpick candidates for key positions myself.
I put on a show of humility, thanking him profusely for his trust.
But the moment I turned my back, a cold smirk played on my lips.
I'd finally infiltrated both Finance and HR.
I hummed a happy tune, my steps feeling lighter than air.
I thought it was going to be a perfect day, but when I unlocked the door, I found Arthur sitting inside.
He was at the dining table, which was set with a lavish spread and two bottles of red wine. It looked like he'd been w
