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墨書 Inktalez
The night enveloped the entire city, and the only light in my office came from the eerie blue glow of the computer screen.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, Linda's threatening ultimatum still echoing in my ears, but at this moment, I had finally found the carefully concealed flaw.
"Still working late? Our little worker ant is quite diligent," Drake's lazy voice suddenly came from behind me, laced with a hint of amusement.
I turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, his tie hanging loosely. He exuded a dangerous charm.
"Is the CEO still at the company this late to supervise my work?" I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto my face.
Drake chuckled softly and walked gracefully to my side. "Let me see what our little assistant has discovered."
He leaned closer to the screen, his warm breath brushing against my ear, making my heart race uncontrollably.
"These data," I forced myself to focus on work, pointing at several key nodes flashing on the screen, "the project reports from the past three months have all been tampered with—quite professionally done."
"Oh?" Drake's voice carried a playful tone. "It seems our little assistant is quite the data expert?"
"I wouldn't go that far," I replied, a confident smirk forming on my lips. "They were just too overconfident and overlooked this small detail in the database access records."
I pulled up another document. "Every time the data was modified perfectly coincides with Linda's overtime records, and..."
"Lucy, you really are a diligent employee," Linda's sharp voice suddenly rang out at the door, interrupting me.
She walked in on her stiletto heels, her once graceful steps now appearing somewhat flustered. "CEO, I can explain..."
"Linda," Drake's voice suddenly turned cold. "You certainly need to explain."
Linda's gaze flickered between me and Drake before she suddenly revealed a sarcastic smile. "Lucy Smith, do you think you've won? Do you know what your lofty father is planning to do?"
She pulled a document from her bag. "The Smith Family is preparing to sell off the shares of Drake Corporation. Such a deep father-daughter bond, isn't it?"
My heart sank; my father's threat had finally come true.
"This has nothing to do with me," I gritted my teeth and said.
"Playing the innocent? Linda sneered. "What is the young lady of the Smith Family doing pretending to be a commoner here? Isn't your family trying to acquire Drake Corporation?"
With a sharp sound, Drake placed his phone on the table and pressed play.
The conversation between Linda and the competitor played clearly, and her face instantly turned pale.
"Security," Drake pressed the intercom button, his voice as cold as ice. "Please escort Miss Linda out, and she is not welcome here anymore."
Watching Linda being taken away, I felt no sense of relief; my father's threat loomed over me like a dark cloud.
"Drake, about my father..." I hesitated to speak.
"I know," he turned around, his deep-set eyes locking onto mine, "but right now, we have more important matters to attend to, don't we?"
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