Chapter 580

Chapter 580:
William’s name lit up on Stella’s screen. Again.
Just one more in the long string of calls he’d made over the past couple of weeks.
She picked up, trying to keep her voice steady. “Hello, Mr. Briggs. Is there something you need again today?” Her tone was polite, but deep down, she’d already cursed him ten times over.
“There’s a slight discrepancy in the project data. Come take a look,” William said, sounding serious—like it was a crucial business matter.
Stella almost laughed. She’d heard that tone before.
Last time, it was “urgent formatting changes.” Before that? “Client revisions.” Every time, it sounded important.
Every time, it was barely anything.
So she tried, once again, to save herself the trouble. “Why don’t you just send me the file? I’ll check it from my computer.”
“It won’t open on yours.”
Stella frowned in confusion. Why? Did his spreadsheet refuse to open on someone else’s computer?
“The data sheet was created on a MacBook,” he continued smoothly. “Shows up as gibberish on Windows.” He sounded serious.
But how would he even know that? He didn’t have a Windows laptop.
Still, he pressed on. “The data’s important. Can you come now?”
Stella looked down at her pajamas, her bare face, and her untouched dinner. Apparently, none of that mattered. “OK,” she muttered. “I’ll come.”
She hung up. Not bothering to change, she splashed water on her face and tied her hair up in a messy ponytail.
Then she dragged herself out, trudging across the hallway.
When William opened the door, looking fresh and smug, she gritted her teeth in frustration.
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But he was her boss, so she forced a smile through clenched teeth.
She sat in his chair, opened the spreadsheet, and got to work.
“Where’s the issue?”
He pointed at the screen. “There.”
She skimmed the file, did a quick calculation, and found the error almost immediately.
She fixed it in under two minutes.
After saving the file, she looked at him. “Mr. Briggs, are you seriously saying you can’t handle spreadsheets?”
William just shrugged. “You and the project team manage the data. I’m just here to catch mistakes. Isn’t it your job to correct them?”
She stared at him, exasperated. Was she the only employee in this company?
There were other members on the project team.
But she didn’t need to ask to know his answer—he’d say it was convenient since she lived across the corridor.
Sure, she didn’t cook for him anymore, but now she was working unpaid overtime, running across the hall just to fix a single number.
A sudden wave of irritation washed over her.
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