novelxo Chapter 45
Isabella reached out her hand cautiously and placed it under Fabian's nose, wanting to feel if he was still breathing.
"Phew! He's fine! I think he's only fainted. Let's leave now, or we'll be in hot waters once his employees enter his office. There's no way we'll be able to prove our innocence then."
As she spoke, Isabella hurriedly tugged at Marilyn's hand and dragged her out of the office.
They had lost the mood to continue looking for jobs following such an unfortunate incident.
Thus, they went to a coffee shop and ordered two drinks to calm their nerves.
Isabella was still terrified by what had happened to them. Turning to Marilyn, she said, "Gosh! Looks like all those news reports about how employers take advantage of women in job interviews are true."
Marilyn was not too surprised at their unfortunate encounter and replied, "Hah! That's nothing compared to what goes on in the entertainment industry. Many perverted directors try to use the unspoken rules against female celebrities. Luckily, my boss, Mr. McGowan, is an influential man in Dellmoor, so no one dares to lay a finger on me."
At the mention of Craig, Isabella recalled what had happened two days ago.
With her curiosity piqued, Isabella asked, "Oh, yeah! You mentioned a mysterious man called Mr. Quigley who your employer, Mr. McGowan, and Moneybags Smith are deferential to. Have you seen Mr. Quigley before?"
Isabella had a feeling that Harold could behave so pretentiously in front of her these two days because of Louis' help. She also suspected Harold was streetwise enough to use the mysterious Mr. Quigley's reputation to fend off those bigshots.
"I wouldn't think he's a mysterious man if I've seen him myself."
As Marilyn responded to Isabella's question, she thought of the cold and indifferent man who had "coincidentally" saved them.
She still felt that his voice sounded familiar. I think I have heard it before.
Thus, the two women passed the rest of the afternoon lost in their respective trains of thought.
The following day, Harold arrived at the company on time.
Then, he waited for Philip to come over to sign the contract.
However, Larson Corporation had run into a bit of a problem.
After Harold left Larson Corporation yesterday, Philip immediately asked his subordinates to prepare a collaboration plan overnight.
The following day at the planning department at Larson Corporation, Philip held the proposal his subordinates had prepared in his hand and asked with a darkened expression, "Is this what you managed to come out with yesterday night?"
After his voice fell, he slammed the proposal against the meeting table and glared at the employees from the planning department.
He had instructed them to separate Galaxy Media from the other advertisement companies and offer it additional profit.
Argh! Why did they propose to offer Galaxy Media only five percent more of the profit? After all, Mr. Campbell personally came to talk about this business deal. He would never have come and met us himself if he only wanted this little bit of profit! He would finish me off on the spot if I were to bring this collaboration plan and meet him!
Feeling aggrieved, the manager from the planning department asked hesitantly, "Mr. Larson, didn't you say that you want to give more profit to Galaxy Media? We've offered it an extra five percent profit compared to the other advertisement companies. If you're not satisfied with it, we can reduce the profit we intend to put forward. Why don't we fix it at three percent? What do you think, Mr. Larson?"
He thought Philip was unhappy about how high the profit his department had proposed giving was.
After all, Larson Corporation was the biggest company in Dellmoor. Normally, it was the other companies who offered them extra profits.
However, it was the other way round this time as they were the ones offering additional profit to a small company.
Anyway, this five percent we proffer is not to be underestimated. Mr. Larson has instructed us to hand all our advertising for these two years over to Galaxy Media. Five percent may seem a trifling amount, but they could earn up to ten million per annum with this!
"Damn you! Are you trying to kill me by reducing the profit to three percent?"