Chapter 235

My colleagues exchanged surprised glances and looked at me incredulously. I ignored them, sorting out the reports before heading to the president’s office. Melany grabbed me, gratefully exclaiming, “Thank you, Esmeralda, thank you!” Her tone was vastly different from her initial arrogant and domineering attitude.

I smiled faintly and said, “It’s nothing.” I was indeed different from them. No matter how much I angered Reynaldo, he could not dismiss me. But Melany’s situation was different. Reynaldo was unpredictable and behaved strangely; it was difficult to guarantee he wouldn't fire Melany if angered. Of course, their employment status had nothing to do with me. But I would soon be a mother of two, and while I didn't feel sorry for Melany, I would feel sorry for her children. It was just a report; it wasn't like going through fire and water.

Standing at the president’s office door, I knocked. “Come in!” A cold voice drifted over. I pursed my lips and pushed the door open. Reynaldo leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigarette. His face was gloomy, deeply furrowed as if annoyed. When he saw me, he paused, then his dark eyes slowly narrowed.

I lowered my gaze and said expressionlessly, “I came to deliver the report.” Reynaldo remained silent, staring. No wonder everyone else hesitated; he radiated hostility. He looked like someone you shouldn't cross. I briskly placed the report on his desk and turned to leave. However, just as I took two steps, he called out, “Did I let you go?”

I paused, turning back. “What else does Mr. Humphrey require?” Reynaldo gave me a cold glance, then sat up straight to examine the report. His brows remained furrowed, his face gloomier than the rainy weather outside.

I stood quietly waiting. He likely wanted to finish the report and then have me relay any questions directly.

Lost in thought, he suddenly grabbed the report, crumpled it into a ball, and hurled it at my face. I must say, it was quite painful. I looked at him in confusion. He drank, his face gloomy. “Was this report copied from a template? A few simple data points made it more complicated than a function. How can anyone understand it?”

“Do it well, or get lost!”

“I didn’t make this report,” I said flatly.

He tugged at his lips. “Who did? Tell her to pack up and leave now!” My heart tightened; Melany had been right. One mistake, and the job wasn't secure.

I squatted, picked up the crumpled report, and said, “This report is indeed made by me. I lack experience, but I will make changes.” Reynaldo’s gaze suddenly grew heavy. After a moment, he shouted angrily, “Get out of here!” I wished he’d said that sooner.

Without hesitation, I held the crumpled paper and quickly walked out. A muffled groan came from behind, as if someone was suppressing pain. I paused and turned to look. He was holding his forehead and stomach, clearly in pain.

I looked at him in astonishment. “What… what happened to you?” He lifted his gaze, his eyes still dark and cold. “I don’t want your pity, get out of here!” I was startled by his yell, stood for a moment, and then left.

This man had a peculiar personality. I simply asked what was wrong, and he angrily told me not to pity him. I really laughed to myself. Who would pity him? He was, after all, a man at the top of the world. I pitied no one, and no one pitied him, right? As I opened the door, I heard the sound of things smashing behind me. I didn’t turn back, silently cursing him as “crazy” in my heart.