Her Revenge Contract

Katherine's POV

The popularity of the press conference earlier was still being watched and commented on throughout the day, and it was still the number one topic of the day. I sighed as I opened my Instagram profile with all those comments coming through.

It was fairly late when Xahier returned; he had brought us some takeaways, and he was quietly sitting at the dinner table reading through the business paper. "Eat your food; don't look at me," Xavier said, chuckling.

"Can I ask you something?" I eventually asked, and Xavier dropped the newspaper on his desk.

"Do you want to ask what happened in the club last night?" He asked.

I slowly nodded my head.

"Okay," he said, and he didn't hesitate to tell me everything he had found out.

"What are you going to do now?" Xavier asked.

"Of course I am going to fight back," I answered coldly.

Xavier gently took my hand and smiled.

"Revenge is deserved, but I don't want you to become a cold-hearted woman who only hates," he said.

I nodded, gently withdrew my hand from his, and concentrated on eating.

The cooperation between the two groups reached its most critical point, and a final signing ceremony was arranged for the next day.

All the directors and senior executives of the two groups were sitting around the conference room table, and excitement was readable on every smiling face.

Since my father's death, the benefits of the King Group have been getting worse every day, and the stock market has even taken a beating.

Several directors have sold their shares at a lower price to withdraw from the Group, leaving only the last few directors who still have hope for the King Group.

Seeing my achievements, the directors were happy and felt that there was still a future for the company.

John, on the other hand, wasn't very happy about the ceremony.

These two projects were not under his control, and even the financial accounts were done separately.

That is, excluding the fact that his own income was cut and will be distributed to the employees.

On the day when the contract was officially signed, John couldn't conceal his anger. He kept a cold, hard face, hoping to be able to leave early.

"Sarah, have you checked the contract?" I asked, ensuring everything was in place. I didn't want one small mistake to slip through.

"I am done checking," she replied, "but you said you wanted to check the contract quotation and project asset statement yourself."

"Please check if everything is set up in the conference room. I will follow soon."

The quotation and asset statement were interviewed in front of Steven and several suppliers, and there was no incident. However, when Erika had her chance, she tried to change the contract. I got into the habit of checking everything again minutes before I sighed. "Aaah, Luna, are you reviewing the contract again?" Steven's voice came from the door. "You are really serious about your work." Steven walked in with a smirk and stared at my nervous and careful appearance.

After being in Steven's circle for some time, I ignored his teasing and continued with my work.

Steven sat quietly, flipping through magazines, and waited for me.

"Oh, sh*t!" I gasped, "The figures on these pages are wrong."

I hurriedly rummaged through the original documents in front of me, scrambling for the correct page.

The faster I moved, the more mess I made, and the more I panicked about getting to the next page.

"Is there something wrong with the supplier's quotation?" he asked, amused.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I sent you the latest quotation yesterday; the price was temporarily changed by the supplier. The specific contract and authorization are in your mailbox. Have a look."

As soon as I opened my email, an email popped up with the quotation I needed.

"Unfortunately, your assistant is not very reliable," Steven said. "Otherwise, I would have sent it to her. In any case, it will be too late for you to re-contract if you made any mistakes, but don't worry, you have the correct one now. Making mistakes is normal. Take it easy, Luna; it is your first big project on your own, and some errors are normal and reasonable."

Sarah came shortly after to remind me of the time, and I closed the last page of the contract, got up, and walked to the conference room.

The noise in the conference room suddenly quieted down when Xavier and I entered.

I scanned the room for the supplier, and my gaze fell on Aaron.

Aaron nodded his head and smirked.

I knew that for Aaron to be here, Xavier must have intervened. For a second, I felt sorry for Aaron, but then I reminded myself of what he had done to me.

The process of signing the contracts went smoothly, and I sighed in contentment when we were done. It felt like a mountain had been removed from my back.

Hopefully, all future contracts will go this smoothly.

When everyone left, I sat alone in the conference room for a few minutes, feeling a tad of sadness run through me.

How I wish my father could have seen me now.

Warm tears spilled over and slowly ran down my face.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and I wiped my cheeks, trying to hide my sadness.

"Come in," I said, dropping my gaze.

Sarah walked in with a broad smile.

"Ms. Kate, my colleagues and I would like to thank you for the extra benefits we will be receiving. We would like to invite you to our office area, and we have a little gift for you."

"A gift?" I gasped, surprised.

Sarah said nothing and pulled me back to the office area. As soon as the elevator door opened, people in the whole office area slowly pushed out a huge cake from among the crowd with a hand-painted photo on it.

"Thank you, Ms. Kate," a girl with blond hair started to say. "We were a little mean to you, and we were hoping that you would forgive us. This is just a small gift to show you our appreciation."

The first speaker was a supervisor who has been making things difficult for me-most of the negative comments sent my way were provoked by her.

Later, when they saw my efforts, they noticed that I was more of a gentle person than the monster John made me out to be.

I couldn't hold back the tears when I saw the photo on the cake. Tears spilled over and made their way down my face; grievances and sadness melted into laughter.