CEO’s Seduction Trap

The old Mr. Ramirez asked, “What do you propose?”

Mason replied, “Reward and punishment. If she succeeds, give her a 1% commission on the project.”

A project worth three billion, one percent is three million.

Leila trembled slightly as she raised eyes.

Without looking at her, Mason smiled slyly at his grandfather. “What do you think, Grandfather?”

The grandfather and grandson faced each other in silence.

Seeing this, Leila realized: these two don’t get along.

Just as Leila worried they might have a falling out on the spot, the old Mr. Ramirez, in a cold and solemn tone, spoke, “Alright, do as you suggested.”

Mason turned to Leila. “Miss Patel, did you hear that? It’s either three million as a bonus or packing up and leaving. It all depends on whether you can negotiate the Premier Construction project.”

Leila couldn’t argue; she could only obediently respond, “Yes.”

…

Leila sat at her desk, sipping her coffee and delving into the Premier Construction project files.

The more she delved, the more she fretted. Indeed, there are no free lunches in the world.

Do well, get three million, which would not only cover Mrs. Patel’s surgery costs but also pay off some of the debts.

Fail… no, she would definitely succeed.

…

CEO’s office.

Mason leaned back in his chair, sipping tea as he made a phone call.

“I can’t handle this personally. Can you find out some information from Premier Construction?”

Caleb teased over the phone, “Didn’t you say you don’t like meddling?”

Mason remained composed. “Tonight, why don’t you take the CEO of Premier Construction out for dinner and gather some information?”

Mason’s words turned so quickly that Caleb didn’t react for a moment, “I’ll help with it directly?”

Mason, “No, you just need to directly intervene; just find out. She has the ability to handle it herself.”

Mason toyed with the idea, his fingers tapping on the tea cup. “As the saying goes, give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”

Caleb paused for a moment before scoffing, “Sneaky.”

Mason said, “After you gather the information, don’t tell her directly. Find a way to have Shirley relay it.”

…

For Leila, apart from the mess with Premier Construction, there’s also the mess left behind by the previous project manager.

The assistant, Joshua, is a man in his early thirties, rumored to be the right-hand man of the previous project manager. He sees Leila swamped with work and deliberately brings her another pile of documents to bother her.

Leila didn’t realize he was intentionally making things difficult until he said all these documents must be resolved before the end of the day.

“Miss Patel, these are all lingering issues that have been dragging on for too long. They must be resolved before the end of the day, or else I won’t be able to explain to the boss.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Leila looked at the stack of files on the desk and raised her head. “They must be resolved today?”

“Yes.”

Leila glanced at him, stood up, walked to the water cooler, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and asked with her back to him, “Did the previous project manager get promoted or resign?”

Joshua didn’t understand the significance of Leila’s question and answered truthfully, “Resigned.”

Leila didn’t ask about the reason for the previous manager’s resignation. She turned around, lightly smiling, and said, “When did he complete the resignation procedures?”

“Yesterday.”

Leila nodded slightly with the glass in her hand. “He completed the resignation procedures yesterday, but the files you brought me, the oldest ones have been piled up for over three months. Joshua, are you joking with me or trying to test my capabilities?”

Leila was straightforward. Joshua’s face turned red, and he hurriedly explained, “No, Miss Patel, you’ve misunderstood me. These files have indeed been piled up for over three months, but I absolutely didn’t mean to test you. I…”

Seeing him still trying to make excuses, Leila raised her hand in a calming gesture. “No need to explain. I’ve been in this industry for a while.”

The assistant faltered.

Leila walked back to her desk with the glass, sat down, and pushed the files forward. “I can’t resolve these files before I leave today. Not only today, but I won’t be able to resolve them within the next month.”

Seeing Leila’s firm attitude, Joshua’s tone also started to turn unfriendly. “Miss Patel, I’m just an assistant. Your words won’t do anything to me. You’d better talk to the boss about this.”

“You can trust me; I will definitely talk to him about it.”

Joshua choked.

Leila continued, “Before that, I need to confirm something with you. Are you here at The Ramirez Group to work and earn money to support your family, or are you here to play politics and take sides?”

His expression changed slightly. “Miss Patel, what do you mean by that?”

“The project department is not like other departments, planning proposals, signing contracts, follow-up, things are complicated and need to be careful and prudent. I’m new here, I want to work well with you all, at least, we have to reach a level of harmonious coexistence. If it can’t be achieved, then there are only two results, first, I get out, second, you guys get out.”

“…”

Leila watched as he heaved the glass of water in his hand down, “Obviously, the chances of me being told to fuck off are slim.”

“What are you trying to say?”

Leila said as she tapped the stack of papers on her desk, “I have an important project I need to follow up on in the near future, don’t interfere with my progress with this shit. If the project gets held up, I’ll fuck off, but I’ll be sure to let whoever’s causing me trouble fuck off before I do.”

Joshua hadn’t realized that Leila, being a woman, would be so tough in her tactics and speak so harshly. He stood in front of her for a long time, unable to catch his words.

After half a minute or so, he adjusted his breathing and went forward to pick up the file and said, “Miss Patel, I’m sorry, I handled this matter improperly.”

“Go out if there’s nothing else.”

“Yes.”

The cell phone placed on the table vibrated.

Leila glanced at the message on her phone screen.

Mason: [The kidney donor has been found. Can you contact me when you have time?]

She hurriedly replied: [Is it a donation? Or…?]

Mason: [It’s a donation.]

Leila: [When can the donor undergo the surgery?]

Mason: [Anytime. It depends mainly on Dr. Hans.]

Leila: [I’ll contact Dr. Hans after work to inquire about my mom’s current condition.]

When Leila was at the hospital, she had asked Dr. Hans about the precautions for the surgery. He told her that the main preparation before the surgery was dialysis. Dialysis could effectively remove excess fluids and uremic toxins, correct electrolyte imbalance and acidosis, and keep the body in good condition. This would greatly help with the kidney transplant surgery and the treatment with immunosuppressive agents. Mrs. Patel had indeed been cooperating with dialysis for a period of time, but later, probably to save money, she stopped going.

After sending this message, there was no immediate reply from Mason. After a while, he replied with just one word: [Okay.]

Leila stared at the message for a while, then pursed her lips slightly and typed out a few words: [Mr. Ramirez, thank you. I appreciate your help.]

At 6:30, Leila left the office. Since she had come to work in Daniel’s car today, she had to hail a taxi now. It was rush hour, so getting a cab wasn’t easy.

A message from Shirley: [Back yet?]

Leila: [Yeah.]

Shirley: [Wanna grab dinner?]

Leila knew Shirley had been worrying about her, as she had been calling her every day while she was in Yort city.

Leila replied: [7:30?]

Shirley: [What are you doing at 6:30?]

Leila: [Traffic.]

Shirley: [Want to eat at your place?]

Leila: [Sure.]

Just as Leila was considering whether to call Shirley to ask her to come and pick her up on the way, a car pulled up in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Daniel’s face. “Having trouble getting a cab?”