All That for a Car

I had been running around tirelessly, chasing down clients and even helping Mr. Reed take care of his sick son. But when it came time to sign the contract, Charles just showed up for a single meeting, and suddenly all the credit went to him.

I did not argue. I just stared at Susan, who knew she was in the wrong. Her face turned bright red with anger.

I placed the divorce papers on the table. She softened her tone. "Angus, is it really necessary? Why don't we compromise? I'll give you three million. Just don't divorce me and help me talk to Mr. Reed. Get him to release the payment as soon as possible, okay?"

I shook my head. "No. Let's just get divorced."

She flew into a rage, "Angus, don't you dare regret this!"

I did not respond. If she was not willing, then so be it.

Regardless, I still had to prepare for the worst. If they ran the company into the ground, or even into debt, I would still be responsible for a share.

So, I had to finalize the divorce before they made any irreversible mistakes.

Unfortunately, Susan was not ready to cut ties so quickly. She stubbornly refused the divorce. I sighed. It looked like I had no choice but to take the second step: if negotiations failed, I'd have to file a lawsuit.

For that, I needed Charles's help, indirectly. I deliberately posted on social media. [Even though I left the company, some people still want me back. They just can't manage without me!]

My friends cheered me on in the comments.

[I knew it! No way they'd let you go so easily, Angus. They can't do without you!]

[You were the key player in closing that deal!]

[Susan's blind, giving all the credit to some pretty boy!]

I laughed, replying, [Don't even get me started, it's all just the struggles of a hard-working employee.]

I kept an eye on things, and just as I expected, Charles could not sit still. He called Susan right away.

After taking the call, she stormed out of the office but not before glaring at me and warning, "Angus, I'm not granting you a divorce. You better close that deal with Mr. Reed, or I'll make your life a living hell!"

She left, and I grinned. I sent Charles a message. [Susan can't let go of me no matter how impressive you think you are.]

Charles did not reply, but I knew he was feeling the pressure. He was desperate to prove himself, to demonstrate his own appeal.

Less than thirty minutes later, he sent me a video. In the dim lighting, they were holding hands.

Charles's raspy voice asked, "Do you like me?" The camera shook, showing Susan sitting on his lap. They were making out passionately, and soon things escalated to something explicit.

The sight made me sick to my stomach. Despite that, I saved the video.

Charles, brimming with arrogance, texted. [Did you see that, Angus? I stole your credit, and I took your woman too!]

I immediately replied with a thumbs-up emoji. [Congrats, you're amazing.]

Then I sent the video to my lawyer, instructing him to proceed with the lawsuit. A quick glance at the background showed the video was filmed at a nearby hotel.

Charles did not even bother closing the curtains, and I recognized the view of the bank across the street. The room was probably around the fourth floor.

I grabbed my phone and headed out.

It was time for a show. On the way down, I called Susan's parents. "Dad, Susan said she was meeting with a client, but she hasn't come back. She sent me a text saying she's at a hotel, and I'm worried something happened."

Her father, immediately alarmed, replied, "I'm coming over right now. Send me the location!"

I shared the location and met them at the hotel.

At the reception, the staff tried to stop us, but my mother-in-law shouted, "My daughter's trapped inside with some criminal! If anything happens, you'll be held responsible!"

I seized the moment to give them Susan's name and urged the hotel to call the police. Then we rushed upstairs.

"It should be this room!" Her father pointed, looking at me. "Kick the door down!"

I suppressed my excitement and, hearing the sounds coming from inside, kicked the door open! In the next instant, her parents barged in.