I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World
Chapter 32 - 31: Stubborness Forced by Reahty_l
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Chapter 32: Chapter 31: Stubborness Forced by Reahty_l
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After a few hours of hustle, the two of them walked out of No. 1 Fly
Headquarters side by side.
Looking back, the magnificent and vast buildings still stood in the setting sun.
The golden glow shone down, reflecting the shimmering waves of the adjacent
bay.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Harrison Clark waved the paper in his hand â a contract made up of three
pages.
The contract was light, but it felt mysteriously heavy.
Harrison knew that for him, this opened the door to wealth, but that was about
But for Carrie Thomas, it represented her official entry into a journey that could lead her straight to the top of the music world.
âDo you think our song will be popular?â
Carrie asked casually while waiting for the car.
Harrison was puzzled, âWhy are you worrying again when everything is
settled?â
Carrie shook her head, âItâs not that Iâm worried, I just suddenly wanted to hear
your blind confidence.â
âAlright, trust me, it will definitely be a hit, okay?â
The two originally planned to stay in Abertawe for three days and two nights,
but they didnât expect to finish their business the next day.
After checking out of the hotel and changing their plane tickets, they hurried
back to Oxfordshire late that night.
When Harrison arrived home, he finally felt at ease.
Every night in Abertawe, the price of ¥488 was really expensive. Even though
Harrison wasnât as short on money now, he still felt anxious.
Poverty had made him afraid.
Early the next morning, Harrison got up early, washed, and went out for a
morning run.
The issue of âBoringâ was settled, and they were only waiting for the official release next week to see the results.
His next focus was to finalize âDeep in the Nightâ and âA Dull Lifeâ as soon as possible, so Carrie wouldnât have the chance to write them herself.
In any case, heâd taken three days of forced sick leave from the company, and he still had two days left. Harrison decided to go into hiding and not go home.
He wanted to hide from Carrie, while pretending to go out for inspiration.
When he returned, he would present her with a new song, not giving her the chance to discuss things with him.
What if Carrie suddenly knocked on his door and said, âIâve started writing
songs too, hereâs a melody, have a listen.â
Wouldnât that be a tragedy?
Since there was nowhere else to go, and it was not convenient to go home, he simply found an internet cafe near Weston Apartments, and got a private room.
For the next two days, apart from going to the hotel to sleep, he planned to
stay in the internet cafe.
He intended to continue studying the basics of songwriting, especially
electronic music production techniques.
Thereâs no harm in learning more skills, the more knowledge you have, the
better.
Unexpectedly, at nine oâclock that night, as Harrison got up to leave the private room to go to the hotel, he ran into some acquaintances passing by in the internet cafe corridor.
By the time he thought of hiding, it was already too late.
âHuh? Harrison, arenât you on sick leave?â
A 27 or 28-year-old man wearing glasses raised an eyebrow, looking at him playfully, âYouâre still thinking about coming to the internet cafe to play games even when youâre sick. Youâre really not leaving the front line with a light injury.â
Harrisonâs brow furrowed.
How unlucky, running into this guy.
This young man with glasses was called David Mitchell, a colleague of
Harrisonâs at Chesterton Apartment.
The two of them had always been at odds, disliking each other.
Davidâs friends were also with him, all on his side.
If they met at the internet cafe, it would be hard to avoid being gossiped about
by David at work.
âNone of your fucking business.â
Since they were already on bad terms, Harrison didnât want to waste his breath, so he swore at him and brushed past without looking back.
After walking out the door, he shrugged and spat a couple of times on the ground next to him, âBad luck.
Early the next morning, he was called to the company by his direct superior,
Linden Brown.
âWerenât you on sick leave? Why did David Mitchell see you in the internet cafe
last night?â
Inside the High-tech Zone regional managerâs office, Mr. Brownâs face was
gloomy, and he spoke angrily.
It felt like the air pressure in the office had dropped.
David was Mr. Brownâs confidant, and the two of them were basically birds of a feather. Harrison was not at all surprised by his current predicament.
Having worked in the company for more than half a year, Harrison had already seen through these things.That was exactly why he hadnât had a chance to get promoted so far.
With a boss like that pressing him down, nobody could rise up.
Harrison Clark wasnât planning to hang himself on this tree foolishly.
Even before he started daydreaming, he had never stopped sending out resumes, hoping to change jobs.
He had been to many interviews, but the results werenât great, and the employee benefits of Chesterton Apartment were too big, which made him hesitant to resign actively.
âTil go to the internet cafe to see how to get well faster.
Usually, Harrison was a very honest person, but in this company, he could lie with a straight face and not even blink.
Even if this lie was ridiculous, and no normal person would believe it, it didnât matter.
Linden Brown slapped the table, âNonsense! You just went to play games! This isnât sick leave, itâs truancy!â
Harrison spread his fingers, âMr. Brown, I still have seven days of annual leave left this year, and I havenât used a single one. Also, did you see me playing games? Did David Mitchell take any videos?â
He was determined not to admit it at all.
Linden Brown didnât really have a way to deal with him.
âWhat about the cash rent you collected from the tenant the other day? Why
hasnât it gone into the company account yet?â
Once one plan failed, another was applied. Linden Brown switched angles and attacked again.
Harrison wasnât panicking.
The fifty thousand had been split between him and Carrie Thomas, with
Harrison still holding over thirty thousand in his bank account.
âYesterday, before going to the internet cafe, I deposited the cash into my card at the ATM, and I transferred the money last night. It should arrive by noon today at the latest. According to the companyâs policy, thatâs not overdue, right?â
Harrisonâs survival in such a treacherous workplace environment was not just luck.
As a fast-learning slick operator, Harrison would, of course, prepare thoroughly and meticulously.
Seeing that he couldnât do much about it, Linden Brown waved his hand, âAlright, you can leave. I hope you take your job more seriously in the future. Iâve been watching you these past one or two months.â
Harrison retorted, âHas any tenant complained about me?â
His implication was, what were you nagging about if I hadnât received any complaints?
Linden Brown:âŚ
âGet out!â
Harrison shrugged, âIâm still on leave today, Mr. Brown. If thereâs nothing else,
Iâll head back first.â
âYouâŚâ freewebnove(l)
Linden Brownâs finger hovered in midair, but Harrison had already walked
away.
He really didnât give any face, he wouldnât take a single verbal loss.
After a few minutes, David Mitchell sneaked into Linden Brownâs office.
âBoss, what did he say?â
Linden Brown glared at David Mitchell, âNext time, donât bother me with your hearsay. If you really want to get him, itâs better to catch solid evidence. Get lost!â
David Mitchell looked wronged, âWhen I came across him, he was already shutting down. There was nothing I could do.â
Linden Brown nodded, âNever mind, Iâll think about how to deal with this scoundrel. I donât believe I canât manage him.â
As Harrison passed the companyâs reception hall, someone called him from behind.
âHarrison, what did Fat Linden want with you in his office just now?
The person was Sophia Camp, a cute and smart-looking girl, who joined the company around the same time as Harrison.
Whether it was because of their similar age or hiring time, Sophia liked to greet Harrison.
Harrison seriously suspected that David Mitchellâs hatred towards him was mostly because of Sophia.
There was really nothing between the two of them, but the one who was jealous couldnât be reasoned with.
As they say, beauty brings disaster, and the ancients never lied.
Harrison snorted, âNothing much, just discussing the philosophy of life with
Fat Linden.â
-Hehe, Harrison, youâre so funny.â Sophia winked, âAre you free tonight? I really want to see âIron Man 3,â but Iâm a little scared to go alone.â
Harrison shook his head decisively, âNo, I have something to do.â
He really had something to do.
He was going to show Carrie Thomas âDeep in the Nightâ and âA Dull Lifeâ tonight.
As his situation became increasingly difficult in the company, he didnât know when he might have to pack up and leave.
Itâs crucial to build oneself up quickly and become rich..