The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 03

The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 03

Chloe’s POV
It felt like I had caught a severe cold; my nose was completely stuffed, and my mind was a total blank.
I moved forward mechanically, as if pushed by some heavy, invisible force.
The walk to Julian’s office wasn’t long, yet I had to constantly wipe away tears with the back of my hand.
Many passersby stared at me, but I couldn’t care less about the humiliation.
I knocked on the office door, and Julian’s usual aloof voice rang out.
“Come in.”
I stood there with red eyes, tears spilling over the moment I opened my mouth.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
He didn’t even look up, his fingertips still tracing over the documents.
“With so many positions in the company, why did you have to let Serena take the spot meant for my promotion?” I raised my voice, unable to suppress the grievance in my tone.
“She wanted to join the planning department.”
Only then did Julian look up from his pile of documents, his tone as flat as if he were discussing something entirely trivial.
“Just because she wanted to, you can so easily strip away my five years of hard work?”
It wasn’t like he didn’t know.
To secure this promotion, I had taken the overseas assignment in Africa that no one else wanted.
I even contracted malaria there and almost didn’t make it back alive.
Julian stood up, walked over, and looked down at me, his gaze so icy it lacked even a trace of warmth.
“Chloe, this is reality. Because I sit in this position, I get to decide everything.”
“I just want fairness. Is that so hard?” My voice trembled uncontrollably.
As if I had struck a nerve of amusement, Julian let out a low chuckle.
“Fairness?
“You’re talking to me about fairness?
“Chloe, get one thing straight first…”
He leaned in a step closer, the chill of his breath practically brushing against my face.
“If you hadn’t slept with me.
“With your mediocre college degree, you wouldn’t have even passed the initial resume screening at Vance Group.
“Why don’t you go ask those top-tier university graduates who interviewed in the same batch as you back then if they wanted fairness?
“You kept your mouth shut when you were enjoying the perks of my power, and now you have the nerve to demand fairness from me?”
Julian’s words landed like a stinging slap across my face.
My cheeks burned hot, and even breathing began to hurt.
Suddenly, I understood.
Despite working tirelessly over the past five years to prove myself, never once intending to use my relationship with Julian for career shortcuts.
I still couldn’t change the fact that I had relied on him to get into Vance Group in the first place.
I truly had no right to speak of fairness!
So, I’m ready to resign!