Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 143

"Director Whitmore, I trust you understand what constitutes a truly new product. Don't just tweak a few settings and expect me to believe that's innovation. It's a waste of your time—and mine."

He simply couldn't believe that, in only twenty days, Evangeline could deliver anything fundamentally different from the last version.

Evangeline shook her head. "You should see for yourself."

That was when Theo finally took the proposal from her.

At first, when he saw that she was still using the company's existing technology and algorithms, he dismissed it, unimpressed. It was standard, competent work—nothing more.

But as he kept reading, something caught his eye.

He sat up straighter, his expression growing serious. "Did you develop these yourself?"

"Mr. Carlisle helped me out a bit as well," Evangeline answered honestly.

It had always been this way; whenever she hit a wall with the algorithms, Glenn was the one who could fill in the gaps.

Hearing this, Theo's initial hope faded.

Well, that explained it.

And, he suspected, Glenn's involvement probably went beyond just this—it was likely he'd had a hand in other aspects, too.

Glenn was a genius when it came to this sort of thing.

Clearly, he was pulling out all the stops to keep Evangeline around.

But then…

Theo recalled the company gossip he'd heard over the past couple of days—rumors about Evangeline. He let out a wry, mocking little laugh.

Looks like this is a one-sided affair.

"Show me the actual prototype," Theo said, rising to his feet.

…

Fawkes Enterprises.

"Are you all useless? It's been over two weeks—how do you still not have a concrete proposal? Why do you think I hired you? To sit around and do nothing?"

Poppy's perfectly manicured hand landed hard on the table.

The project manager kept his gaze downcast. "The timeline's just too tight—it's really hard for us to pull this off…"

After a moment's thought, Poppy had an idea.

She sat down at her computer and sent out a message.

Within two minutes, a boyish, clean-cut young man knocked on the door and entered. "Ms. Yates, you wanted to see me?"

"Close the door," Poppy said, lifting her chin.

He did as she asked, his pulse quickening slightly. Once the door was shut, his gaze flicked to her, cheeks tinged with red.

Poppy was the office goddess—beautiful, effortlessly kind, the topic of every guy's conversations in the break room.

Now, here she was, calling him into her office with the door closed. He couldn't help feeling nervous and a little excited.

"Ms. Yates, is there something I can do for you?" he asked quietly.

Poppy smiled. "Relax, Frank. I actually have a good opportunity for you. If you can pull this off, I'll make sure you're promoted to project manager."

Frank's eyes widened. "What do you need me to do?"

Her smile widened. "If I remember right, your girlfriend works at UME, doesn't she?"