Chapter 89
Chapter 89:
It was so flawed that the critical pricing section was miscalculated, with errors not even an intern would typically make.
“Well, Janice Green’s proposal is simply stunning.” At this moment, Colson picked up another bid proposal.
The assistant circulated this new proposal among the attendees.
Janice, eyebrows knitting together, sensed something off about Colson’s timing.
He had chosen to highlight the disparity between the two proposals, aiming to cast a shadow over Connor and Lowell in front of their colleagues.
Janice lightly tapped her chin, her eyes thoughtfully scanning Colson. She was surprised that he would take such a step, seemingly without a solid reason.
However, the unfolding events hinted at him defending her.
“Aiden…”
“Hmm?” Aiden’s head lifted, his gaze locking with Janice’s clear, inquisitive eyes.
His slightly bewildered look caught Janice off guard. “Were you nodding off just now?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, massaging his temples. “I usually skip these meetings. They’re utterly pointless to me. But today, I came specifically to support you.”
Janice’s lips quirked into a smile. “Then, I owe you my thanks.” Her train of thought derailed by Aiden’s words, Janice momentarily forgot her initial query. Once her proposal was on display, it elicited gasps of admiration from around the room.
“This proposal is remarkably thorough and precise!”
“It’s no surprise Mr. Navarro holds it in such high regard. Next to yours, mine looks like trash.”
“Mr. Green, your wife is truly exceptional.”
The room filled with eager flattery directed at Aiden, though he remained coolly detached, as if such praise was mere routine. Forced smiles plastered their faces as they nodded in agreement.
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Soon, the document made its way to Connor.
When Connor laid eyes on the bid proposal, his expression visibly changed. The style and mastery over the data had an eerily familiar ring to it, mirroring the way Lowell had always crafted his proposals.
He turned to Lowell, his face etched with bewilderment. Lowell, catching his puzzled look, reached out to snatch the document.
“How can this be? This is my bid proposal.”
Well, not exactly.
The caliber of this proposal mirrored the high standard he once consistently achieved.
Doubts crept into Lowell’s mind, questioning the authenticity of his previous work.
In that instant, the image of Janice grew vivid in his thoughts. He pictured her stealthily using his computer, refining his proposals while he took his breaks.
With his eyes widening in shock, Lowell stared at Janice. Could it really be her? Had she been the secret architect of his success all this time, meticulously enhancing his proposals without his knowledge?
“Everyone, the outcome seems quite clear,” Colson announced, tapping on the desk with measured calm. “This time, the contract goes to Green Group. We will soon commence detailed negotiations concerning the development of the western suburbs with them.”
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