Chapter 260
Jenny nodded. "If you need to meet clients, just message me on the company's software or let Ms. Wilson know."
"Got it," I replied.
I felt weird looking at her, not because of my relationship with her, but because of Troy's.
Virtual stuff eventually messes with real life, and since that day, Troy had been drifting away from her.
I wanted to ask her what happened but didn't have the guts.
Maybe she'd figure it out one day, but her attitude today said it all.
Everyone's just pretending...
"Anything else?" Jenny asked.
"Thanks for handling the Joseph thing, Ms. Smith!"
Jenny smiled—her first real smile at me. "I should thank you. I was too busy to visit you in the hospital. Don't hold it against me."
"I won't," I said.
"Is your head injury healed?" she asked.
"Yeah, the stitches are out," I replied.
"That's good," she said.
She opened a drawer and took out a bank card. "There's $300,000 on this. Please accept it as a thank you."
What? $300,000!
I quickly waved my hand. "Jenny, I can't take this money!"
"It's for your hard work and recovery. Please take it." She walked over and shoved the card into my hand.
I felt awkward.
My rational side said to leave, but I was never that rational!
Being too calm and rational is scary. How deep would their schemes be?
I'm in my twenties; I don't want to be that person.
No, I don't want to!
As she turned around, I grabbed her hand. Jenny stopped, trembling slightly, and looked at me in surprise. "John, what are you doing?"
I grinned and pushed the card back into her hand. "I don't need the money. I helped you because I care, not for money."
A complex look flashed in her eyes but quickly vanished. "I always settle debts. I haven't taken care of you at all this past year. If you don't want the card, I'll transfer the money to your account later."
She paused. "Let go!"
I held her hand tighter. "Ms. Smith, did he force you to sign something? Did he?"
Jenny said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"You know Joseph well. I beat him up, and he let me go easily? Why?"
"You're hurting me." Jenny frowned. I realized I was too excited and quickly let go. "Sorry, I got carried away. I've been looking into Joseph, and with his vengeful nature..."
"Enough, don't say more. This has nothing to do with you. Don't interfere!" Jenny's voice turned stern. "It's between him and me. Who are you to meddle?"
Who am I?
I took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Ms. Smith, I'm just concerned as a subordinate. I don't want you to sacrifice your happiness for me..."
"Shut up," Jenny snapped. "Get out!"
"Ms. Smith, I..."
"If you keep talking, I'll fire you!" She sat back down. "John, just because you helped me once doesn't mean you can meddle in my affairs. You have no right."
Her words stung.
I smiled bitterly. "Yes, I understand, Ms. Smith."
"Good, focus on your work and don't worry about things that don't concern you, got it?" Jenny asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Leaving Jenny's office, I felt awful.
She knew.
She wasn't a fool. How could such a coincidence happen? Even if it was just delivering a hairpin, why knock on the last compartment's door instead of the first?
That was a big red flag.
I still had a bit of hope. At least she acknowledged me on the other account.
I hadn't left Skyliho Group yet, so I could still see her every day.
But I felt sad.
I messed things up with Lily, and now Jenny saw through me too.
Well, let it be.
Lily came over to talk, but I grabbed my briefcase and left. I wasn't in the mood for her explanations.
Back at Everlasting New Media, everyone was busy and excited, except me. I felt like the odd one out.
A-hundred-million-dollar order had everyone working hard, pushing the project schedule to mid-August. Busy meant good paychecks.
WY Media Company was running smoothly, and Everlasting New Media was still integrating. Tony, the director, was seriously discussing the script with the planners.
The first batch of interns from Sevan City Art Academy had started, and the first signed dance actors were ready.
With twenty or thirty people, it was cramped, so Mia rented four more offices next door.
Everlasting New Media now had nearly a thousand square feet of office space and was growing fast, reaching the size of a medium enterprise in just a month.
"Mr. Cena, you're here!" Mia greeted me, looking happy. She always called me that at work.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Not bad. Everyone's in work mode. We've applied for about twenty accounts and confirmed three short dramas to attract viewers. The actors are in place, all new recruits, and we've signed five-year contracts!"
Mia looked serious, which was quite charming. A serious woman is just as attractive as a serious man!
I smiled. "How about we go to your office and talk?"
She gave me a knowing look. "Okay!"
At first, she was all business, but her voice soon became unclear.
After a while, she stood up and cleared her throat.
My frustration and anger faded, and I hugged her. "You've worked hard."
"Mr. Brown helped a lot," Mia said. "But funds are running low. The million dollars probably won't last until the end of the month. Mid-month expenses are high, mainly due to equipment costs. But these are initial expenses; they'll decrease later since the equipment is a company asset."
"Don't worry," I said. "I've transferred five million dollars to the company's account. If you need more, just ask finance."
Touching her thigh, I said, "I have higher expectations for Everlasting New Media than WY Media Company. If you do well, you'll be a major contributor. I've prepared shares for you, no less than Holly's!"
"Really? Are you sure?" Mia asked.
"People are more important than shares," I said. "To be precise, you are more important."
Mia was thrilled, hugging and kissing me. "I knew you weren't heartless; you won't abandon me."
I patted her butt. "As long as you stay loyal, I won't mistreat you."
"I'm the mistress of the company now," she said.
"Just keep that to yourself," I said. Mary would be furious if she knew.
Lillian sometimes visited, so "mistress of the company" wasn't a term to use.
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Mia nodded. "After all, I'm your lover now. I really like you."
"Why don't I feel your affection?" I asked.
"Because you're not attentive enough," she said.
I unhooked her bra and began to caress her chest.
"How about my chest?" she asked.
After a while, with a dazed look, I said, "Your chest is very soft, it makes me comfortable."
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