Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

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 our company. Mr. Mallory might shift the blame 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 accept 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 the company after working for Pierre for many years. Another assistant was responsible for some
top-secret information about the company.
However, he could still find out certain things.
Pierre's company appeared to be legal, but the company 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 our company 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 our company 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 would come looking for
trouble. The rest of the matters were nothing to him.
After all, large companies 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 planning 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 the company'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 small company, 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 planned 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 welcome 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 glance 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 the company'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 particular 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 glass of wine."
Mr. Peralta blinked his eyes. Wine? This was the first time he met a guest who came here and asked for a glass 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 big company? 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.
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 glass 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 relationship. 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.