She Tested My Mate, I Broke Her Chapter 04

She Tested My Mate, I Broke Her Chapter 04

“Thank you, Mr. Davis. Now, let’s look at the projected ROI for the Henderson project…” Mia’s clear, confident voice rang out from the podium.

My coworker Leah leaned over. “Chloe, that should be you up there. You built that project from the ground up. And you handed it over just so she could trash you behind your back?”

“What?” I blinked in shock.

When my manager assigned me that project, Mia had come to me in tears. “I’m going to get fired if I don’t do something. Let me be part of it too. Please, for your best friend?” I’d caved.

From that day on, I did all the work. The late nights, the client calls, the slides she was now presenting as her own. I did everything, but I still handed her the presentation.

And she treated me like a fool.

Watching her present confidently, I reached into my blazer pocket and found the remote. I pressed the lowest setting.

“An initial investment of eighteen million dol- ah! dollars…” A yelp escaped her as she grabbed the

podium, her knuckles going white.

A faint whimper came through the microphone.

The board members frowned.

Leah snorted. “Did she just lose her mind? Got a little excited there?”

I turned the remote to medium.

“Oh! The next phase mm!

pressing her thighs together.

includes…” Mia’s sentence broke into a strained sound. She doubled over,

Murmurs spread through the room. Someone quietly raised their phone.

Mr. Davis, the senior vice president, looked embarrassed. “Ms. Reed, if you’re unwell, we can reschedule!”

“No!” She gasped. “I can… I can keep going!”

I smiled and pushed the remote to maximum.

A hoarse scream ripped out of her, echoing through the silent conference room. “Ahhh! Mr. Davis—Oh my God!”

She collapsed, her back arching

as she hit the floor, body convulsing. The room erupted into chaos.

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Slowly, a dark stain spread across the fabric of her skirt.

Mr. Davis shot to his feet, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Did she – oh my God, she wet herself!”

As shocked whispers swelled into a roar, Mia lay sprawled on the ground in shame, twitching.

I finally let go of the button.

Watch yourself, Mia. The game has only just begun.