After My CEO Girlfriend Let Her Assistant Take My Project, I Quit, And the Company Went Bankrupt Chapter 2

Seeing my unexpected reaction, a colleague shocked me by pulling me aside and whispering, "Don't act impulsively. It's just one project. We can always negotiate another."

But he didn't know I wasn't acting on impulse.

The day before, I had overheard my girlfriend's assistant talking to her in her office.

He said, "Pamela, I want to make a name for myself. If you hand me this new project, I'll make sure it succeeds, and you'll be impressed."

At the time, I didn't think much of it.

I had been Pamela's secret boyfriend for seven years. I turned down offers from big companies to help her start this one. I was the one who brought in 90% of the projects for the company, and she knew how hard it had been for me. She was a principled person and would never mess with something as serious as a project.

Besides, she had once lost a project to people who used flattery to climb the ranks. She hated that kind of behavior.

So, when I received the ring from Pamela, I thought she had finally realized that I was the one for her and was ready to settle down with me.

I had no idea that Russell would turn the tables on me, accusing me of stealing and humiliating me in front of everyone.

I also never imagined that Russell, who had only been with the company for a few months, could make Pamela abandon all her principles for him.

At that point, I figured I had nothing left to stay for there.

Pamela still didn't realize that their childish plan had been exposed. She thought I was just being jealous.

She suddenly furrowed her brow and looked at me.

"Why are you acting so dramatic?"

Ever since Russell came into the picture, she had started looking at me with suspicion.

I didn't bother to argue anymore. I simply said, calmly, "I really did give it to him."

I had given him both my girlfriend and my position.

I wasn't planning to stay any longer. Just as I was about to leave, Pamela coldly grabbed my arm and pulled me into her office.

The company was not large, and the office soundproofing was not good, either.

As soon as she closed the door, the employees outside, who had been watching, started chatting excitedly, praising Russell and asking when they'd be getting married and having kids.

Russell shyly replied, "Having kids is tough on the woman. I can't decide when that'll happen."

He acted like he was Pamela's real boyfriend, and with her tacit approval, the employees believed it without question.

Pamela, sensing my silence, paused while pouring water. Realizing that she owed me an explanation, her usual strong tone softened as she said, "Russell's just kidding. He doesn't know any better. He was just joking around, don't take it seriously. He has relatives at Nebula Group, and it's thanks to him that we got this project."

I looked at her, speechless.

What a joke!

Nebula Group, the main client, had its own professional technical department and never needed to outsource. From the start, they had rejected the collaboration.

It was me, stubbornly insisting and trying everything I could, sending gifts, begging for meetings, that finally got a chance to talk with the project manager.

He generously gave me thirty seconds to present our product. After seeing my capabilities, he offered me a high price but couldn't poach me, which was when he agreed to the deal.

I had been working overtime, running around day and night for the project, but she saw none of it. Russell casually mentioned his relatives, and she believed every word.

If she had just thought for a second, she would have understood clearly that if Russell really had those connections, he wouldn't be working as an assistant in this small, rundown company.

Or maybe she understood everything but was just pretending to be clueless.

Seeing that I didn't speak for a while, Pamela looked down for a moment and then stood up and made me a cup of coffee. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "We're just acting. The person I'm really going to marry is you."

In the past, every time we argued, when she softened her tone and made promises, I always forgave her.

So, she probably thought it would be the same this time. With a casual wave of her hand, she said, "Get back to work. I'll take care of the project."

But what she didn't know was I no longer wanted her.

I pushed my chair back, stood up, and said, "No need to make a big deal out of it. I'll just leave."

With that, I pulled out my resignation form, quickly filled it out, and, without hesitation, turned and walked out of the office.