Chapter 8 — Your Own Face

In the meeting room. Khuong Thanh Hai sat in the chair position.

"I'm a board member."

"I have the right to know the project status."

I put down the documents. Khuong Van Van sat next to him. Today's momentum is clearly stronger than in the morning. There's someone standing behind you. Khuong Thanh Hai spoke up.

"Van Van is still young."

"Just because of one mistake, you can't deny its ability."

"For this project..."

"...I propose to let Van Van be the deputy in charge."

Tong Hoai An immediately frowned.

"President Khuong."

"The agreement has been signed."

Khuong Thanh Hai slammed on the table.

"It's just an internal document."

"The board of directors can absolutely vote again."

I looked at him.

"Dad, do you want to vote again?"

"Then vote."

Khuong Thanh Hai burst out laughing.

"I think..."

"...will the board of directors listen to you?"

Right at that moment. The meeting room door opened. Director Vuong walked in. Following him were two other directors. As soon as he sat down, Director Vuong spoke up.

"I do not agree to re-adjust Director Khuong's powers."

Khuong Thanh Hai was stunned.

"Old King?"

Another director also said:

"Thanh Lam Investment Fund has just resumed negotiations."

"There can't be any more mistakes now."

Khuong Thanh Hai's face immediately darkened.

"Are you all scared by Thanh Lam?"

Director Vuong coldly replied:

"We are afraid of losses."

"Director Khuong works on projects and earns money."

"And Khuong Van Van..."

"...did what?"

Khuong Van Van immediately stood up.

"Uncle Wang!"

"You never said that before!"

Director Vuong just quietly avoided her eyes. I looked at Khuong Thanh Hai.

"Are you still voting?"

He gritted his teeth.

"Khuong Nam So."

"Do you really want to do things with your family to this extent?"

I calmly replied.

"Dad brought up family matters..."

"...interfere with the company first."

I stood up.

"If you went to the company..."

"...then just work according to the company's regulations."

One week before the product launch date. Khuong Van Van appears at the company every day. But she doesn't work. Just go around gossiping.

"My father told me."

"My sister only temporarily has the upper hand."

"Pho Nghien Tu was so rich but he hid it from her for eight years."

"There's definitely a problem."

"Now she doesn't dare to divorce."

"Isn't it just because you can't bear to give up your title as Mrs. Fu?"

Lam Thu couldn't bear to listen. She stepped forward and responded with a straight face.

"Miss Khuong."

"You came here to work..."

"...or to gossip?"

Khuong Van Van smiled coldly.

"I chat with colleagues."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Right at that moment. I walked out of the meeting room.

"Of course I do."

Khuong Van Van turned around. I placed the time sheet in front of her.

"Every three days I go to work, I'm late."

"Twice I left early."

"Project documents..."

"...not paid even once."

Khuong Van Van pouted.

"I'm still getting used to it."

I said calmly.

"Then..."

"...you just need to get used to it today."

Khuong Van Van glared.

"What do you mean?"

"From now on..."

"...you are no longer qualified to be a project assistant."

Her eyes immediately opened wide. I replied calmly.

"You can find the board of directors."

Khuong Van Van immediately took out her phone.

"I'm calling dad now!"

I nodded slightly head.

"Tell your dad by the way."

"This time sheet..."

"...will be sent simultaneously to the entire board."

Khuong Van Van's movements immediately stopped. The surrounding colleagues were all looking at her. Khuong Van Van gritted her teeth.

"Khuong Nam So."

"You're just afraid that I'll surpass you at the product launch."

I picked up a file on the table.

"Then I'll give you a chance now."

I opened the first page.

"How is the new product positioned?"

Khuong Van Van opened her mouth. But couldn't say a word. I asked again.

"What is the budget for the first phase?"

Khuong Van Van immediately looked at the person next to her. No one reminded her of her lesson. I asked the third question.

"Who is the target customer?"

Khuong Van Van became frantic.

"These things..."

"...aren't you supposed to teach me?"

I closed the file.

"A job position..."

"...is an opportunity."

"Not a nanny."

The onlookers immediately burst into laughter. Khuong Van Van turned red from her face to her ears, grabbed her bag, then turned and ran. Lam Thu gave me a thumbs up.

"Ms. Nam So."

I smiled softly.

"Don't be happy yet."

She was bewildered. I looked towards the door.

"Khuong Van Van will not admit defeat."

"She just changed to a different way of crying."