Mr. Peralta and Ms. Malone left Pierre''s office together.
Ms. Malone could not help but tremble at the thought of Pierre''s expression when he warned them,
then she looked at Mr. Peralta worriedly. She said, “Mr. Peralta, is it really alright for us to do such a
thing?"
They had stolen T Corporation''s bidding document...
Pierre would save himself if Luke investigated this matter. He would pass the buck to the two of them.
Then, they would have to bear the responsibility for everything. They were the ones who would be in
deep trouble.
Mr. Peralta looked miserable too, and he replied, "I''m not sure either. If Luke sees the bidding
document when it''s released to the public, I''m afraid he''ll find a way to deal with ourpany. Mr.
Mallory might shift the me to us to protect himself."
Mr. Peralta had already thought of that when he was doing this.
However, what else could he do even if he knew it?
As Pierre''s subordinate, he had no choice but to ept his boss'' arrangement. Besides, he had
already read the bidding document. Would Pierre let him get away with it?
He only became in charge of thepany after working for Pierre for many years. Another assistant
was responsible for some top-secret information about thepany.
However, he could still find out certain things.
Pierre''spany appeared to be legal, but thepany had been secretly making deals in gray
areas.
That was why Mr. Peralta dared not to say anything even though he knew amending the bidding
document and making it their own was wrong. He was left with no choice as he had read the bidding
document before, so he could only drag Ms. Malone into this.
"I feel like quitting.." Ms. Malone frowned, putting on a long face.
Mr. Peralta reminded her, "Do you think you can quit the job as you wish? You''ll have to wait until this is
over. Otherwise, Mr. Mallory won''t let you go that easily."
"Then when will this end?" Ms. Malone could not imagine how she was going to spend her days
worrying about this when she heard that she was not allowed to quit yet. She realized that the worst
decision she had ever made was to work here.
"It''s hard to tell. This will end if ourpany doesn''t get chosen for the project and our actions aren''t
discovered by T Corporation. The contents of the bidding document will be published if ourpany
wins the bid. If that''s the case, this won''t end until the project finishes," said Mr. Peralta.
“This is ridiculous!" Ms. Malone looked at Mr. Peralta helplessly when she realized that she could not
get herself away from this.
Mr. Peralta started feeling unsure when he saw the look on Ms. Malone''s face. He was worried that
Luke woulde looking for trouble. The rest of the matters were nothing to him.
After all,rgepanies like T Corporation would always keep a few tricks up their sleeves. They
would probably have evidence to prove that it was them who stole the bidding document when the time
came...
"We don''t have a choice. Let''s just do our parts." Mr. Peralta patted Ms. Malone''s shoulder and walked
back to his office.
Pierre told them that they were allowed to go back home early, but Mr. Peralta was not nning to do
so. After all, Mr. Mallory''s mood changed quickly. How would he dare to get off work early?
The phone in Mr. Peralta''s office rang when he had just sat down on his chair.
Mr. Peralta pressed the answer button.
It was a call from thepany''s receptionist. "Mr. Peralta, a man named Mr. Abel would like to meet
Mr. Mallory, but he didn''t make any appointments with him. Can you please help me to ask him?"
"No appointment? Just tell him Mr. Mallory is busy." Mr. Peralta did not take it seriously. Many people
would like to meet Mr. Mallory, so Pierre would not usually meet anyone if they did not have an
appointment.
Pierre was proud and arrogant. Even though he only owned a smallpany, he still gave others
attitude.
The receptionist replied, "I told him that too, but he said we should tell Mr. Mallory his name. Mr.
Mallory would certainly see him."
"Wait a minute." Mr. Peralta hung up the receptionist''s call and called Pierre''s office extension."
It was the first time he had encountered such a matter. To be safe, he nned to tell Pierre about it.
"Yes?" Pierre picked up the call.
"Mr. Mallory, the receptionist just called and told me that you have a visitor who doesn''t have an
appointment to see you. His name is Mr. Abel." Mr. Peralta conveyed the message the receptionist had
told him.
Pierre replied immediately when he heard Abel''s name, "Take him to the lounge."
Mr. Peralta was slightly surprised. Pierre, who had always been proud and never shown any respect for
others had actually agreed to let a man who did not have any appointment see him.
Mr. Peralta replied, "Alright, Mr. Mallory."
Mr. Peralta could see that Pierre took this person seriously. Thus, he went downstairs to wee Abel
himself.
The receptionist smiled and greeted Mr. Peralta when she saw him downstairs, "Good morning, Mr.
Peralta."
"Leave this to me," said Mr. Peralta. It only took him a nce to know who Abel was.
The name did not sound like a local name.
Mr. Peralta walked toward a man who had Caucasian facial features and greeted him respectfully,
"Hello, Mr. Abel. Mr. Mallory is waiting for you in the lounge."
Abel nodded. He stood up with an unlit cigar between his index finger and middle fingers.
Mr. Peralta noticed the cigar Abel was holding. He wondered if he should tell him that no smoking was
allowed in thepany''s public area. However, Abel did not light the cigar. Besides, he was Mr.
Mallory''s VIP, so he decided to keep quiet.
Mr. Peralta led Abel to the lounge. He pushed the door open and was momentarily startled.
Pierre was not in the lounge.
Abel narrowed his eyes and looked around the lounge, his face darkening at once. “Where''s Pierre
Mallory?"
"Mr. Mallory is probably busy with something right now. Please take a seat." Mr. Peralta quickly spoke
up for Pierre. After all, the guest was already here, but the boss was not.
"What an attitude Pierre has." Abel sneered as he walked into the lounge.
"Mr. Abel, would you like a cup of coffee or some other beverages?" Mr. Peralta added.
"Does your coffee taste good?" Abel was very particr about coffee.
Mr. Peralta was stunned for a moment, then answered, "Ah? Our coffee is freshly ground—"
"Forget it." Abel interrupted Mr. Peralta impatiently. "Give me a ss of wine."
Mr. Peralta blinked his eyes. Wine? This was the first time he met a guest who came here and asked
for a ss of wine.
"Why? Don''t you have it?" Abel frowned and looked at him with sharp eyes.
Mr. Peralta felt awkward. There were bottles of wine here, but they were not meant to be served to the
guests. Pierre had left bottles of wine here. He would pour some to drink whenever there was good
news.
However, he had never let the others drink it. Those bottles were expensive, after all.
"You don''t even have a bottle of wine in such a bigpany? Does Pierre even know how to treat his
guests well?" Abel reproached coldly.
Mr. Peralta could hear a trace of murderous intent in Abel''s voice. He had never met someone scarier
than Pierre after many years of working.
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The man in front of him spoke in a cold tone. With just one sentence, it could give Mr. Peralta the chills.
Mr. Peralta could not help but tremble in fear. Pierre''s voice came behind him when he was about to
speak.
It was as though Mr. Peralta had found his lifesaver. He turned around immediately and looked at his
boss, "Mr. Mallory, Mr. Abel said he would like to have a ss of wine."
"I heard." Pierre deliberately did not wait for Abel in the lounge. He wanted to gain the upper hand in
this situation.
Pierre and Abel were only partners. They did not share a superior-subordinate rtionship. Previously,
Pierre only buttered him up for the sake of getting the bidding document. Now that he had gotten the
bidding document, there was no need for him to please Abel anymore.