Chapter 2 — Invitation Card Without Me Part

I looked at the cake box. "No need." She smiled. "Don't be so petty. You didn't come to the promotion party, I'll make up for it for you." Luu Man from the side rolled his eyes. Phuong Duyet pretended not to see, her voice was even lighter. "Everyone is colleagues, we have to see each other every day, there is no need to make the relationship too tense." I raised my head to look at her. "You should ask yourself this question first." Her eyes tightened. "What do you mean?" I pushed the cake box back. "No idea." Phuong Duyet stared at me. Maybe she wanted to see something from the look on my face. But I didn't let her see. At noon, department head Khau Hoang called me into his office. He closed the door, his expression not very good. "Truong Lam, do you and Phuong Duyet have conflicts?" I stood in front of the desk. "Not at work." Khau Hoang frowned. "So what about in life?" "She and I don't have a private relationship." He sighed. "She just got promoted, the current department needs to stabilize. You are a long-time employee, don't let newcomers see the joke." I looked at him. "Chief." Khau's room, did you hear what she said?" Khau Hoang avoided my eyes. "She said she was dissatisfied with her promotion." I laughed. "I have no opinion about her promotion." "That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief. I added: "But if someone impersonates me and orders a party, forcing me to pay 46,000 yuan on her behalf, I will have an opinion." Khau Hoang suddenly raised his head. "What?" I didn't elaborate further. "Maybe someone will come to the company this afternoon to verify. At that time you will know." Khau Hoang's face changed. "Truong Lam, don't make a big deal of this first." I looked at him. "It's not that I'm making a big deal of it." "But you also have to think about the company's impact." "Head of Department Khau." My voice was not high. "She used my name, not the company's name." The office was silent. Khau Hoang's finger tapped twice on the table. "You go out first." I turned around and opened the door. Outside, Phuong Duyet is standing next to the printer. She bowed her head to arrange the papers, but her hand stopped. She heard it. I passed her. She suddenly spoke: "Truong Lam." I stopped. Phuong Duyet put the paper in the file, lowered her voice. "Are you misunderstanding something?" I looked at her. "What are you talking about?" Her face turned pale. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Then wait for someone who knows to come and talk." Her lips moved. "Do you have to do that?" I didn't answer. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the receptionist called the department. "Miss Truong Lam, there are two employees from Van Lan Hotel coming to look for you." The whole office suddenly fell silent. The pen in Phuong Duyet's hand fell on the table. Khau Hoang walked out of the office. "What's going on?" I stood up. "Please come in." Two minutes later, manager Manh led a female employee into the room. In his hand he held a bag of documents. The suit was neat, there was no smile on her face. "May I ask who is Ms. Truong Lam?" I walked over. "It's me." Manager Manh nodded. "Hello, we are from the banquet department of Van Lan Hotel. Regarding the remaining money of fifteen banquet tables last Friday, we need to verify with you." As soon as the sentence ended, the sound of chairs around also stopped. Luu Man opened his eyes wide. Khau Hoang's face darkened. Phuong Duyet sat at the table, her face visibly pale. Manager Manh took a copy of the order out of the file bag. "This is the order registration information. Please confirm whether it was ordered by you or not." I took it. Take a look around. Then raise your head. Phuong Duyet is staring at me. In her eyes there was impatience, fear and even a little pleading. Her lips moved soundlessly. It's like saying: Don't talk. I returned the order to Manager Manh. "Not me." Manager Manh nodded

head. "So may I ask, do you know the person who signed the invoice at the scene?" He took out another photo from the surveillance camera. In the photo, Phuong Duyet stands at the hotel reception desk, holding a pen. Around her were several colleagues. She smiled very brightly. Manager Manh turned the photo towards me. "Excuse me, do you know this woman?" Everyone's eyes turned to Phuong Duyet. Phuong Duyet suddenly stood up. The chair slid back, hitting the cabinet. "Truong Lam!" Her voice was tense. It's like I'm afraid I'll open my mouth. I looked at the photo in manager Manh's hand. The photo is very clear. Phuong Duyet stood at the reception desk of Van Lan hotel, holding a pen in her right hand and a piece of paper in her left hand. Luu Man stood next to him, only showing half of his face. There were also a few colleagues holding glasses of wine. The time shown is nine forty-six on Friday night. Manager Manh asked: "Miss Truong, do you know this woman?" No one in the office spoke up. Khau Hoang's face had darkened to the point of being unsightly. Phuong Duyet's fingers tightened on the edge of the table. She looked at me, her eyes immediately turned red. "Truong Lam, let's go out and talk." I didn't move. She lowered her voice again. “Just two minutes.” I looked at her.