Chapter 5 — My Ex-Love Is My Boss Again Full

He inherently doesn't care whether you live or die. The pain in my stomach became more and more intense, and my consciousness also began to become blurred. Just when I was about to not be able to bear it anymore, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Jiang Triet returned. In his hand was a thermos box and a medicine bag. He walked in front of me, placed the food firmly on the desk. "Eat." His voice was still commanding, stiff and cold. I was stunned. In the thermos box is steaming hot white porridge. In the medicine bag are several boxes of various types of stomach medicine. I looked up at him, but he avoided my eyes and returned to his seat. The office was so quiet that it was scary, only the sound of me opening the lid of the porridge box. The warmth from the porridge drifted along the esophagus into the stomach, dispelling some of the cold and pain in the stomach. I ate small spoonfuls of porridge, my eyes couldn't help but turn red. Over the past half year, all the frustration and fatigue seemed to find a way out right at this moment. The atmosphere was awkward and magical. None of us said a word. A moment later, perhaps to break that heavy silence, he suddenly spoke up as if by accident. "The seminar on 'The Future of New Media' in college, will you go?" My hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped. "... Yes." "I remember at that time a female student asked a very good question, touching the right point." His voice in the quiet space of the late night became especially clear. My heart suddenly beat loudly. Because the girl who asked the question that day - it was me. That was the first time I dared to boldly speak in front of a crowd, because I knew he was sitting in the audience. I thought, he would never pay attention to a faint person like me among the hundreds of students there. It turns out, he had been paying attention to me for a long time. That realization was like a small pebble thrown into the still lake in my heart, creating ripples. I looked up at the profile of the face illuminated by the light of the computer screen - the angular expression, still the same as that year. The memories of the silent love that I once buried deep in my heart are now coming to life with every wave of warmth in my stomach. I suddenly realized, maybe... I never really let him go.06The bidding plan has entered the final sprint phase. I am in charge of the most important part – the core creative part of the entire plan. Therefore, I stayed up many nights in a row, pondering every detail, just hoping to achieve perfection. The night before submitting the final plan, I completed my part and handed it over to team leader Kieu An An. At that time, she even smiled and praised me for doing a good job, telling me to go home and rest early. I believed. The next morning, during the internal meeting to decide the success or failure of the bidding, I witnessed the most wild scene. In the plan that Kieu An An presented, my entire core idea was copied completely. From the topic idea, to the implementation details, even a few slogans in my PPT slides – everything is exactly the same. She stood on the podium, talking endlessly, taking all my enthusiasm, talking about it as if it were her own achievement. As for me, I became a plagiarist. Because she was quicker than me, submitting "her plan" to the system first. After finishing the presentation, she even pretended to be surprised and looked at my plan. "Lam Mac, you... how could you copy my idea?" Her face was full of pain, her acting was like an afterimage. All eyes in the meeting room immediately turned towards me, full of suspicion and contempt. Because she is an experienced team leader, and I am just a small intern. Everyone naturally believed her. Giang Triet sat at the head of the conference table, his face dark and scary.

He immediately convened an emergency meeting, with the entire senior leadership team present, with only one topic: investigating the plagiarism incident. "Lam Mac, do you have anything to explain?"