SWNOVELS Chapter 110: Plan Being Stolen
“‘It's Zac.What is he doing here?’’ Patricia frowned at the sight of him.
She was about to say something, but stopped short as Zac interrupted her.
"What are you doing here?"
It was the very question Patricia had wanted to ask him.
Eyebrows knitted, Zac kept staring at her.
His eyes were as narrow as they had ever been and his face had darkened.
‘Why is she here? What business does she have to attend by coming to the company? Doesn't she realize she's in no condition
to be roaming around? Or is the company really more important to her than her own health?’
Patricia struggled to keep her calm in the face of Zac's furiousness.
Trying to sound as indifferent as she could she said, "I needed to check how things were at the company."
She said this dismissively as she tried to make her way past Zac and into the office, but he continued to block her way.
He was determined to keep her out of the company's affairs.
All Patricia needed to do was rest.
She didn't need to concern herself with the problems of the company.
But Patricia had had enough of Zac's dominance.
Unable to keep her cool any longer, she roared at Zac, "Get out of my way!"
She had begged the doctor to let her out.
Nothing else could stop her from finding out what had happened in the company.
At that moment, she hated Zac for standing in her way.
Patricia's outburst shocked Zac for a split second, but his shock was almost immediately replaced by rage.
He glared at her and said in a low voice, "No way.I need you to get back to the hospital right now.Who had permitted you to leave
the hospital anyway?"
Dora felt compelled to intervene at this point.
"I have something to say about that.Miss Sampson received the doctor's approval before she left the hospital.It's alright for her to
be outside right now."
She glanced at Patricia nervously.
There was a lot more she wanted to say but was worried she had already said too much.
She feared she would offend Zac and make the situation more tense.
Zac shot a menacing glance at Dora, but continued to address Patricia, "Fine, maybe the doctor has allowed you to be outside
the hospital.But I don't want you in this room and that's final."
As he said this, he tried to grab a hold of her hand to stop her from going in, but Patricia smacked his hand away.
"Don't believe for even a second that I'm going to be taking instructions from you.I got out of that hospital because I wanted to
and I'm going to go into this room because I want to.I don't have to listen to anything you say.After all, we are..."
Patricia deliberately didn't articulate much more than that.But her eyes conveyed everything that words couldn't.Zac understood
her expressions very well.
She wanted nothing to do with him and digging deeper would only unearth the scars that had been long buried in their past.
Zac frowned, weighing his options at this point.He let out a deep sigh and his hands fell limply to his sides.
It was almost a sign of defeat on his part.
‘Why does she have to be so difficult all the time? She always acts in self-defense in front of me.How would she ever be happy
this way?’ The tension at the door affected Dora more than the two people involved in the argument.
Her anxiety made her want to intervene even more, but given the failure of her previous attempt, she stayed quiet.
Patricia and Zac almost forgot that Dora and the secretary were still present there.
They stayed silent in fear of making matters worse.
Long moments of absolute silence passed and all of a sudden a voice from within the office disturbed the quiet.
It was the President of the company.
He had appeared at the doorway, an awkward smile plastered on his face.
"Patricia! I'm so glad you're here! There's something I need to tell you."
His tone was gentle and he ignored Zac's murderous gaze all the while.
Zac was struggling to control his fury and took a deep breath in a feeble attempt to do so.
Patricia grabbed the opportunity faster than Zac could react and pushed past him to enter the office.
All Zac could do was clench his fists.
He felt humiliated at the President undermining his authority over Patricia.
He wanted to pull her out of there but controlled his urges in the fear of hurting her again.
He swallowed his anger with great difficulty, but was glaring at Dora without even realizing it.
It wouldn't have taken much for him to take the anger he felt with Patricia out on Dora.
Dora could almost feel the heat of his gaze on her and did everything she could to not meet his eyes.
She feared what he was capable of and certainly did not want to be the one to find out.
Maybe she should have informed him before taking Patricia out of the hospital.
Patricia, having barged into the room, motioned for Dora to wait by the door.
Dora had been shuffling nervously, unsure of what her role here was.
She was relieved at being told to stay out.
She was going to make her way to the waiting area but was stopped short by Zac's icy voice.
"I need to talk to you."
Without another word, he turned and walked over to the elevator.
Nervous, Dora glanced at Patricia before following him.
Patricia wanted to stop her from leaving, but was interrupted by the President.
"I'm glad you're here Patricia.You chose the right time to come back."
The President did look genuinely relieved to see her, but the worry was evident on his face as well.
Patricia, feeling a little exhausted by all she had been through that day, took a deep breath before diving into the matter.
"So, what's been happening here?"
The President let out a long sigh, unsure of where to begin.
There was a heaviness in his entire demeanor, as though he was weighed down by the stress.
"You know the business plan we had? It was stolen..."
There was so much more that needed to be explained, but he seemed to hesitate for a second.His face had turned sour.
Any joy he had felt at the sight of Patricia had completely vanished.
Patricia, still unaware of the entirety of the issue, frowned and attempted to read deeper into his expression.
The fact that the business plan was stolen was already a lot worse than she had expected.
Her mind immediately began working at a hundred miles per hour.It had to be someone from within the company.No one else
had access to that information.Who had been in charge of the plan until recently?
"Was it Jayson?"
As soon as his name jumped to mind Patricia was in a state of shock.
She had never expected something like this of him.
But the expression on the President's face was enough to confirm her suspicions.
Jayson had been one of their most hardworking employees all these years.
She couldn't have imagined that it had all just been pretense.
Had he really plotted this long to be able to steal important information from the company? Why though? Why would someone
work this hard to steal from a company as small as Veyron? He could've gotten a lot more doing the same thing at a much larger
corporation.
This was going to ruin his reputation in the industry.
He had a lot more to lose than he had to gain.
Besides the Reynolds Group would never forgive him for this.
He had essentially dug his own grave.
The plan had been reached by both the Veyron Corp and Reynolds Group.
Jayson couldn't use the plan for other business purposes.
Anyone in their right mind would be wary of getting involved with Jayson.
Who was ever going to give him a job again? "What use would he have for the plan? None of this makes any sense!"
She couldn't think of anything that would've pushed Jayson to make such a thoughtless move.
"Well..."
The President made another attempt to explain matters but shut his mouth once more.
Whether he was keeping things from her or felt embarrassed to admit something, Patricia was now losing her patience.
The president must have hidden something.
Her eyes narrowed as she pondered about the matter the more.
Things were a lot more complicated and the President knew something about Jayson's intentions that she didn't.
The President averted his eyes to look at the ceiling in an attempt to avoid her piercing gaze.
Finally he mumbled, "Jayson is the son of one of my friends. I assume you've heard of the Lanteen Corp.?"