The Wrong Woman

“I didn't have time to request leave," Mila explained.

Jacob scoffed. "You're saying you didn't even have time to ask for leave? That's a lame excuse.”

Mila took a breath and clarified calmly, “I was in a rush. The marriage proposal happened late at night, and I flew back for the wedding the next morning.”

Jacob showed no sympathy. He stated angrily, “I don't care about your wedding arrangements. You'll be marked absent for a week due to unauthorized leave. Your salary for the month will be cut in half. And don't even think about receiving any bonuses this year."

Mila was really mad—her cheeks were puffing out in anger. It wasn't about the money. She just felt like she was being treated unfairly.

It was Nathan who hurried her home to get married. But, as the boss, he hadn't approved her leave in advance, so she ended up being marked absent. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

The more Mila thought about it, the madder she got. She turned on her phone, and messages started pouring in.

"Wait, let me ask my husband about this,” Mila said casually.

"Why do you need to ask him?" Jacob was confused.

“I want to see if he had approved my leave.”

"Do you have to ask your husband for leave approval? Is he the HR manager?" Jacob smirked.

Mila held her breath as she dialed Nathan's number.

Nathan's voice came over the line. He sounded a bit excited. “Wanda, you—"

Mila interrupted him sharply, "Did you approve my leave when I returned to Phoenicia to get married?"

“I left it to Fenna. I granted you a month off," Nathan replied seriously. He hadn't expected Mila to return to work after only a week.

Mila shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. Nathan had brought up Fenna once more. Just Nathan mentioning Fenna's name sparked a rush of anger inside her.

She came to the realization that Fenna had once again made her look foolish. Money wasn't a problem for her, but she was pissed off.

Mila abruptly ended the call, powered off her phone, and tossed it onto the desk.

She glanced at Jacob with a wry smile and remarked disinterestedly, “Go ahead, deduct whatever you want from my salary, my bonuses, anything. Save yourself the trouble of informing me."

Jacob prodded at the files scattered across the desk and demanded angrily, “Is this what you've been occupied with recently? What's all this?"

Mila opened the file and found all her research data printed out. Her face flushed red with fury. She slammed the file shut and rose from her seat, cradling her stomach. "Why did you touch my computer?” Jacob snorted. "You still haven't told me exactly what you're researching. Yet, you have the nerve to question me about touching your computer when you're living off taxpayer money and goofing around here?" Mila took a moment to compose herself. She recalled that her computer didn't retain any data.

It was always transferred to her USB drive when she conducted research, and the computer was routinely wiped clean. She was puzzled over how the hydronium research data had leaked from her computer. Her anger reached a boiling point, and her fists clenched so tightly they trembled.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she muttered a curse at Jacob under her breath and questioned sharply, "Who handed you this file? Is she trying to get you to snoop on me?"