Chapter 161

　　Senior never says anything lightly, always direct and to the point, not wasting his breath on small talk. I know he’s not embellishing. If he thinks I am a drain on company finances, excess to requirements, then I’d be gone already.

　　“So, what’s to be done with me?” I respond drily, less confident at the turn of this conversation. Grasping my hands together as they start to tremble, I lay them across my waist to regain my posture, trying to appear business-like, despite the pounding thuds in my chest.

　　Right now, I wouldn’t care if he sent me to Timbuktu if it meant I didn’t get fired.

　　“You’re going back to Executive House, floor thirty-two … Public relations, organizing events and the like …” he waves his hand around, uninterested “… Jacob told me you excel at planning and juggling a high workload, so I hope you finally prove it to me.” His harsh penetrative gaze rests on me coldly, assessing me, but I steel myself against his stare.