Female Novel
Chapter 1959
Mr. Peralta and Ms. Malone left Pierre's office together.
Ms. Malone could not help but tremble at the thought of Pierre's expression when he warned them,then she looked at Mr. Peralta worriedly. She said, “Mr. Peralta, is it really alright for us to do such athing?"
They had stolen T Corporation's bidding document...
Pierre would save himself if Luke investigated this matter. He would pass the buck to the two of them.Then, they would have to bear the responsibility for everything. They were the ones who would be indeep trouble.
Mr. Peralta looked miserable too, and he replied, "I'm not sure either. If Luke sees the biddingdocument when it's released to the public, I'm afraid he'll find a way to deal with our company. Mr.Mallory might shift the blame to us to protect himself."
Mr. Peralta had already thought of that when he was doing this.
However, what else could he do even if he knew it?
As Pierre's subordinate, he had no choice but to accept his boss' arrangement. Besides, he hadalready read the bidding document. Would Pierre let him get away with it?
He only became in charge of the company after working for Pierre for many years. Another assistantwas responsible for some top-secret information about the company.
However, he could still find out certain things.
Pierre's company appeared to be legal, but the company had been secretly making deals in grayareas.
That was why Mr. Peralta dared not to say anything even though he knew amending the biddingdocument and making it their own was wrong. He was left with no choice as he had read the biddingdocument before, so he could only drag Ms. Malone into this.
"I feel like quitting.." Ms. Malone frowned, putting on a long face.
Mr. Peralta reminded her, "Do you think you can quit the job as you wish? You'll have to wait until this isover. Otherwise, Mr. Mallory won't let you go that easily."
"Then when will this end?" Ms. Malone could not imagine how she was going to spend her daysworrying about this when she heard that she was not allowed to quit yet. She realized that the worstdecision she had ever made was to work here.
"It's hard to tell. This will end if our company doesn't get chosen for the project and our actions aren'tdiscovered by T Corporation. The contents of the bidding document will be published if our companywins the bid. If that's the case, this won't end until the project finishes," said Mr. Peralta.
“This is ridiculous!" Ms. Malone looked at Mr. Peralta helplessly when she realized that she could notget herself away from this.
Mr. Peralta started feeling unsure when he saw the look on Ms. Malone's face. He was worried thatLuke would come looking for trouble. The rest of the matters were nothing to him.
After all, large companies like T Corporation would always keep a few tricks up their sleeves. Theywould probably have evidence to prove that it was them who stole the bidding document when the timecame...
"We don't have a choice. Let's just do our parts." Mr. Peralta patted Ms. Malone's shoulder and walkedback to his office.
Pierre told them that they were allowed to go back home early, but Mr. Peralta was not planning to doso. After all, Mr. Mallory's mood changed quickly. How would he dare to get off work early?
The phone in Mr. Peralta's office rang when he had just sat down on his chair.
Mr. Peralta pressed the answer button.
It was a call from the company's receptionist. "Mr. Peralta, a man named Mr. Abel would like to meetMr. Mallory, but he didn't make any appointments with him. Can you please help me to ask him?"
"No appointment? Just tell him Mr. Mallory is busy." Mr. Peralta did not take it seriously. Many peoplewould like to meet Mr. Mallory, so Pierre would not usually meet anyone if they did not have anappointment.
Pierre was proud and arrogant. Even though he only owned a small company, he still gave othersattitude.
The receptionist replied, "I told him that too, but he said we should tell Mr. Mallory his name. Mr.Mallory would certainly see him."
"Wait a minute." Mr. Peralta hung up the receptionist's call and called Pierre's office extension."
It was the first time he had encountered such a matter. To be safe, he planned to tell Pierre about it.
"Yes?" Pierre picked up the call.
"Mr. Mallory, the receptionist just called and told me that you have a visitor who doesn't have anappointment to see you. His name is Mr. Abel." Mr. Peralta conveyed the message the receptionist hadtold him.
Pierre replied immediately when he heard Abel's name, "Take him to the lounge."
Mr. Peralta was slightly surprised. Pierre, who had always been proud and never shown any respect forothers had actually agreed to let a man who did not have any appointment see him.
Mr. Peralta replied, "Alright, Mr. Mallory."
Mr. Peralta could see that Pierre took this person seriously. Thus, he went downstairs to welcome Abelhimself.
The receptionist smiled and greeted Mr. Peralta when she saw him downstairs, "Good morning, Mr.Peralta."
"Leave this to me," said Mr. Peralta. It only took him a glance to know who Abel was.
The name did not sound like a local name.
Mr. Peralta walked toward a man who had Caucasian facial features and greeted him respectfully,"Hello, Mr. Abel. Mr. Mallory is waiting for you in the lounge."
Abel nodded. He stood up with an unlit cigar between his index finger and middle fingers.
Mr. Peralta noticed the cigar Abel was holding. He wondered if he should tell him that no smoking wasallowed in the company's public area. However, Abel did not light the cigar. Besides, he was Mr.
Mallory's VIP, so he decided to keep quiet.
Mr. Peralta led Abel to the lounge. He pushed the door open and was momentarily startled.
Pierre was not in the lounge.
Abel narrowed his eyes and looked around the lounge, his face darkening at once. “Where's PierreMallory?"
"Mr. Mallory is probably busy with something right now. Please take a seat." Mr. Peralta quickly spokeup for Pierre. After all, the guest was already here, but the boss was not.
"What an attitude Pierre has." Abel sneered as he walked into the lounge.
"Mr. Abel, would you like a cup of coffee or some other beverages?" Mr. Peralta added.
"Does your coffee taste good?" Abel was very particular about coffee.
Mr. Peralta was stunned for a moment, then answered, "Ah? Our coffee is freshly ground—"
"Forget it." Abel interrupted Mr. Peralta impatiently. "Give me a glass of wine."
Mr. Peralta blinked his eyes. Wine? This was the first time he met a guest who came here and askedfor a glass of wine.
"Why? Don't you have it?" Abel frowned and looked at him with sharp eyes.
Mr. Peralta felt awkward. There were bottles of wine here, but they were not meant to be served to theguests. Pierre had left bottles of wine here. He would pour some to drink whenever there was goodnews.
However, he had never let the others drink it. Those bottles were expensive, after all.
"You don't even have a bottle of wine in such a big company? Does Pierre even know how to treat hisguests well?" Abel reproached coldly.novelbin
Mr. Peralta could hear a trace of murderous intent in Abel's voice. He had never met someone scarierthan Pierre after many years of working.
The man in front of him spoke in a cold tone. With just one sentence, it could give Mr. Peralta the chills.Mr. Peralta could not help but tremble in fear. Pierre's voice came behind him when he was about to
speak.
It was as though Mr. Peralta had found his lifesaver. He turned around immediately and looked at hisboss, "Mr. Mallory, Mr. Abel said he would like to have a glass of wine."
"I heard." Pierre deliberately did not wait for Abel in the lounge. He wanted to gain the upper hand inthis situation.
Pierre and Abel were only partners. They did not share a superior-subordinate relationship. Previously,Pierre only buttered him up for the sake of getting the bidding document. Now that he had gotten thebidding document, there was no need for him to please Abel anymore.