All That for a Car

On the one-year anniversary of the company's public listing, my wife, Susan Lynn, publicly announced that she was gifting a supercar worth millions of dollars to her childhood friend, Charles Baker.

Charles, with his arm around her shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Susan. Here's a toast to our friendship!"

I let out a derisive laugh and walked away. Susan, feeling upset, chased after me, shouting, "Angus, what's your problem? What's wrong with me giving the top salesperson a supercar? You're just a useless waste of space, and you still dare to throw a tantrum!"

I forced a bitter smile and turned around, leaving without hesitation. Behind me, Charles tried to comfort her, "Don't be angry, Susan, Angus didn't mean to lash out like that. You gave me such a valuable gift, and it must not sit well with him!"

"Hmph! If he doesn't like it, he should try harder! All he does is slack off day in and day out. If he can't stand others doing well, he should actually accomplish something!"

As usual, Susan Lynn lifted one person up while putting another down. I had long since gotten used to it.

Ever since Charles came back, Susan had become a different person. Whenever I showed even a hint of dissatisfaction, she'd mock me.

However, she never considered the fact that I was the one who brought in most of the company's major clients.

Even the deal that Charles just signed was a result of me hounding the client for a month before they finally agreed.

Since Susan valued him so highly, I figured I'd let him handle it.

Afterward, Charles sent me a video.

"Angus, Susan had too much to drink and insisted on dancing with me. I couldn't stop her, so please don't hold it against me!"

In the video, Susan wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze dreamy as she looked up at him.

Her whole body was pressing tightly against Charles while the people around them were chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!"

The next second, Susan leaned in to kiss him, and the video cut off, but that was enough for me.

"Got it," I replied passively.

Maybe it was the lack of resistance from me, but Charles became even more brazen after that.

"Angus Baker, you're the most gutless man I've ever seen. Susan had too much to drink tonight, so she's staying over at my place. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her!"

I did not reply, figuring someone like him probably had no concept of honor or decency. I went home, packed up a bit, and went straight to sleep.

The next morning, I went to the office, organized all my client files, and then handed in my resignation.

Susan did not arrive until ten o'clock. When she saw my resignation, her face remained indifferent as she called me into her office.

"What's this about? Just giving up completely, are we?"

I shrugged. "I'm tired. Once you approve, we'll discuss