Out of the Frying Pan Into the Fire


    I wondered why Atticus was going to such lengths to help me when we didn’t know each other well. It


    had to be more than it seemed


    Yet, I couldn’t figure out his motive. What could he gain from assisting a small, rtively unknown


    company like mine?


    He studied me for a moment and then chuckled. “You’re unsure, aren’t you? Consider it a repayment


    for the favor you did for me before. I don’t like having debts to anyone, especially not to a woman.”


    “In the professional world, Mr. Atticus, don’t treat me like just a woman!” I replied half–jokingly.


    “You? Not a woman?” Heughed heartily. “Who could ever think otherwise?”


    After augh, he added, “Don’t dwell on it too much. This is a small matter, hardly worth mentioning


    compared to the favor you did for me. Besides, you’ll cover the wages, so I think it’s a fair exchange.


    This


    industry isn’t that big, after all. Let’s support each other.”


    “Alright! Thank you, Mr. Atticus! I’ll remember your kindness. If there’s anything I can do for you in the


    future, I won’t hesitate to help.”


    I knew not to overanalyze the situation. Oveing this challenging period was the priority. When


    faced


    with a life–or–death situation, I wasn’t one to nitpick.


    Moreover, he extended a helping hand voluntarily. Rejecting his offer would be disrespectful and could


    lead to my downfall.


    After discussing the details, I left the club. It was a business meeting, and there was no need for idle


    chit-


    chat.


    Once I got into the car, I told Grayson, “It’s sorted out!”


    However, even Grayson sensed something was amiss. Back at thepany, we held a meeting to


    address the situation. Ryan, too, felt things weren’t as straightforward as they appeared, but we had no


    other option


    After all, if we were going to gamble, we had to go all in.


    As soon as we solved one problem, another arose. The problem with the construction team was fixed,


    but there was a problem with the aluminum steel windows on the suspension bridge.


    The construction team told us the measurements didn’t match, making window instation impossible.


    Knowing Fred’s meticulous nature, this problem seemed impossible.


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    rushed to the site. The blueprints matched the window dimensions but didn’t align with the openings.


    ATL Empire med us, iming there hadn’t been on–site measurements. However, the blueprints


    from the design institute were perfectly aligned with the detailed construction ns.


    That was when it hit me. The information on our approved blueprints had been cleverly changed. Only


    the information on the blueprints that Fred received was incorrect.


    I told Fred to stop production immediately.


    Representatives from all three parties convened at ATL Empire to discuss the issue. I couldn’t change


    the dimensions without unanimous agreement, and the blueprints came directly from their hands.


    Moreover, before sending them to Fred, our technicians had double–checked everything. The situation


    reeked of suspicion.


    Ryan was worried I might not handle it well and wanted to go with me. However, ATL Empire requested


    my presence specifically,


    I


    Even if Ryan were present, I knew it would just be adding another person to share the burden and


    humiliation. There was no need for both CEOs to receive an earful over a minor issue. In reality, they


    were


    looking for me.


    I didn’t hesitate for a moment and drove straight to ATL Empire. There had to be a solution.


    However, I noticed something peculiar when I arrived at the conference room.


    A problem like this could be handled entirely by the project department. However, upon entering the


    conference room, they appeared to be preparing a tribunal.