Chapter 45 Margaret, Go to Hell
William didn't wanna admit it, but he was totally hooked on Margaret; her voice, her smile, every little thing about her stuck in his head.
By the time he got back from the Fisher family estate, it was already after hours. He called home, and Nora told him Margaret hadn't shown up yet.
So, William hopped in his car and headed to the Fisher Group.
The night was getting pretty late.
Everyone else in the office had already bounced, but Margaret was still grinding away at her work.
Before she knew it, she was the last one left in the whole office.
Margaret was glued to her computer screen, working on a report, when a shadow suddenly covered her, blocking out the light.
"Who's there?" Margaret looked up, a bit on edge.
And there he was, William's ridiculously handsome face staring back at her.
William was rocking a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The light hit him just right, making him look like he was glowing or something, giving off this super classy vibe.
"William, what are you doing here?" Margaret asked, totally surprised.
William smirked, his lips curling up in that irresistible way, and said seriously, "Just checking on the project's progress."
Margaret thought it was kinda weird. Sure, Lady Fashion was a big deal for the design department, but it wasn't their main gig. There were way more important projects than Lady Fashion.
Usually, his team would report stuff to him. Why would he come down here so late to check on a small project himself?
It didn't make sense, no matter how she looked at it.
But since William said so, Margaret just went with it. "Everything's on track. I'm just verifying the manpower and funding for the mass production of 'Ice and Fire.'"
"Really? Let me take a look," William said, all cool and casual.
"Okay." Margaret pointed at the computer screen and explained, "This is the report from the production department. I haven't finished verifying it yet."
"Alright." William walked around the desk and stood behind her.
He leaned in, one hand on the desk, the other reaching around her back to point at the screen. "This part could use more detail."
The way he was standing, it felt like he was practically holding her.
They were so close that Margaret could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him, making her heart race.
"I'll ask the production department to add more details tomorrow," Margaret said, stiffening up and turning her head to speak.
Her eyes met William's deep gaze, and her face turned a bit red. "If there's nothing else, I'll keep working on it."
"It's already super late. Finish it tomorrow. I'll take you home." William checked the time; it was already 10 PM.
Margaret shook her head. "I don't like leaving today's work for tomorrow."
"Alright." William nodded but didn't make a move to leave.
"Are you gonna stay here and watch?" Margaret felt a bit awkward with him still standing so close.
Seeing her flustered, William raised an eyebrow but kept his tone all business-like, "I'm here to make sure everything's on point so we can fix any issues right away."
Margaret tugged at the corner of her mouth. With him so close, how was she supposed to get anything done?
She quickly shut down the computer. "Forget it, I'll finish it tomorrow!"
William straightened up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you say you wanted to finish today's work today?"
Margaret grabbed her bag from the desk, stood up, and headed for the door. "I'm tired."
William chuckled softly, took a long stride, and followed her. "I'll walk you home."
Margaret was speechless.
They got to the underground parking lot. William was about to pull out his car keys when, in the dim light, a figure suddenly rushed up and grabbed his arm. "William, you finally come down!"
Margaret squinted and saw it was Ella.
William yanked his arm away, his face cold. "Why are you still here? I told you I don't want to see you again! Get lost!"
"William, please. Don't fire me." Ella's eyes were red, tears streaming down like broken pearls. "Even if I have to be a janitor, just don't fire me. Let me stay at the Fisher Group, stay by your side."
Before Ella could finish, William cut her off, clearly annoyed. "I told you to get lost. Do you understand? The Fisher Group doesn't keep people who harm the company's interests for personal gain."
"William, I was wrong. I know I was wrong!" Ella's tears flowed freely. "I shouldn't have done things that harmed the company's interests, but I did it because I love you too much. William, I beg you, don't drive me away! You don't know how much I love you. As long as I can stay by your side, I'll do anything."
William's eyebrows furrowed, his handsome face full of disgust and impatience.
Was Ella ever going to stop?
William was about to call Peter to have security remove Ella when Margaret stepped forward, a mocking smile on her lips. "William doesn't want to see you. What's the point of clinging on like this?"
"Margaret, why are you here!" Ella's eyes had been fixed on William, and only now did she notice Margaret standing nearby, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
"I'm with my husband-to-be. Is there a problem?" Margaret said, deliberately linking her arm with William's.
William's sexy lips curved into a smile, and he reached out with his other hand to hold Margaret's hand that was linked to his arm.
The warm touch of his fingers made Margaret's face flush again.
It was just an act to drive Ella away. Did William have to make it so realistic?
Seeing the extremely irritating scene in front of her, Ella's eyes flashed with intense hatred.
"Margaret, it's you. You stole William! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have fired me. Without you, William would definitely love me!"
"Ella, wake up! How could William ever love you?" Margaret rolled her eyes. What was wrong with Ella?
Ella thought of William's tenderness towards Margaret and his ruthlessness towards her, the stark contrast carving deep lines of resentment into her heart. Various complex emotions like sadness, despair, jealousy, and hatred intertwined.
She glared at Margaret fiercely, suddenly pulling out a Swiss Army knife from her pocket and, with all her strength, stabbed towards Margaret!
Her delicate face twisted, and she shouted, "Margaret, go to hell!"
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