Philip was visibly frustrated, "Does tidying a workstation necessitate such closeness? Does it require squatting down? Don't forget, you promised me. I..."
Mia shot him a fierce glare, "Don't impose your filthy thoughts on me. And what gives you the right to dictate my actions? We're merely colleagues!"
Philip's eyes widened in shock at her retort.
I smirked inwardly. It seemed there was some clandestine understanding between Mia and Philip.
Glancing at the photos on my phone, my blood ran hot. Regardless of anything else, this woman's flirtation was undeniably potent.
"Ding!"
My phone chimed, interrupting my thoughts. It was a message from Mia.
Mia: [Don't forget, okay? (shy emoji)]
I set the phone down and stretched, inadvertently bumping into something.
Turning around, I found Melody standing behind me, my hand having brushed against her.
This wasn't my fault, really. Who stands silently behind someone?
"Melody, I'm sorry!" I hastily apologized, anticipating the trouble she might cause. It was best to maintain a low profile until I was prepared to handle any potential conflict.
Melody's face was tinged with a blush as she coldly instructed, "Come with me, Jessica wants to see you," before turning on her heel and leaving. What could she possibly want at this hour? It must be about the project.
I sighed inwardly, pondering the intentions of these two women.
As I followed Melody, I noticed the anticipatory expressions on the faces of our colleagues, eagerly awaiting the unfolding drama. In the grand scheme of things, who really cared? At this moment, Edward only acknowledged me as the project lead. Even if Jessica wanted to terminate my employment, she would have to bide her time until the completion of this project.
For now, at least, my position was secure for the next month or two.
Upon entering the office, I was greeted by the sight of Jessica, her face stern and devoid of any trace of a smile. As we stepped into the room, she pursed her lips in a tight line. Melody moved to the side, drawing the curtains closed, effectively shrouding the room from outside view.
A sense of unease washed over me. Why the need for such secrecy? It wasn't as if we were conspiring illicitly.
"Jessica!" I called out.
"Sit!" Her voice was steady, betraying no emotion.
I took a seat, a knot of nervousness forming in my stomach. Melody settled herself beside me, sitting upright with her legs together and bent inward, her hands resting on her thighs, which were encased in flesh-colored stockings.
Despite her regular workout regimen, Melody's legs were meaty, yet not fat, looking plump and irresistibly touchable. A hint of pain was etched between her brows, a reminder of her recent injury. She had mentioned twisting her waist during a workout a few days ago. It seemed she was truly enduring the pain. She was a woman of noble upbringing, a stark contrast to the common folk.
"William," Jessica's voice broke through my thoughts. She put down her pen, her gaze steady on me. "I called you in here because there are two things I need to discuss with you."
"Please go ahead, Jessica," I responded.
"The first thing is that this project involves a large sum of money. I can stay out of it, but Melody is your supervisor, and she must assist you. Listen clearly, this is just assistance, not interfacing, got it?"
"The second thing is about your commission. The project department has calculated the profit, which is about forty percent. Based on two percent, your commission this time would be about three hundred and twenty thousand!"
I was taken aback. A six million dollar project, and I was to receive a commission of only forty thousand dollars? Since when was the commission calculated based on profit points? Did they take me for a fool?
Especially for such a large project, the commission was substantial. My estimate was one hundred thousand dollars. Even if the company was afraid of employees leaving after receiving high commissions and set it at 0.5%, that would still be eighty thousand dollars. But now, it was only half!
"Jessica, I have a question!" I managed to keep my rising anger in check. "Isn't the company's commission based on the project amount? How has it become based on profit amount?"
"This is the company's decision. Because this project is quite large, there is a policy that for projects exceeding two million dollars, the commission is calculated based on the profit amount. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask!" Jessica retorted.
"This is the same at Skyliart! This policy was in place before, but it's only being brought up now."
I had no intention of questioning further. If she said so, then she must have her reasons. Forty percent profit was two million four hundred thousand dollars, which was twelve hundred thousand dollars, or five percent of the total profit. How could they part with such a sum?
The supervisors would have to share the profit, then the directors. By this calculation, at least eight percent must be deducted!
Her latter words were clearly an attempt to deceive me.
"Jessica, there's a problem with this policy. Doesn't this demotivate employees? What would the other colleagues think if they knew?" I said.
"Actually, I discussed this with the boss too. His idea is very simple: let them bring in deals over two million dollars, then we'll talk."
Jessica hypocritically said, "If you feel your interests have been compromised, you can totally join others and bring it up to the boss!"
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