Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Five years later.

SVIG, headquartered in Oxoria, Melrine, specialized in asset management, risk assessment, and investment consulting, aiming to provide clients with diversified investment options and intelligent asset allocation. The full name of the firm was Strategic Ventures Investment Group, with branches and offices in multiple countries.

In the office space, everyone was busy. Sunlight streamed in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire office exceptionally bright.

Rows of spacious desks were occupied by computers and stacked with piles of folders. Meanwhile, the projection screen flickered with various market charts and data reports.

Phones rang incessantly-some employees were handling urgent calls, while others pored over rapidly growing data sheets.

In one corner of the room, a team was gathered around a whiteboard, holding an emergency meeting. Their fingers moved swiftly over the data on the board as they discussed the latest market trends and risk assessment strategies.

The entire office was filled with an atmosphere of urgency and tension. Everyone was deeply engrossed in their work, eager to maintain control over every detail.

The sounds of pages flipping, keyboards clicking, and phones ringing intertwined, creating a symphony of efficiency.noveldrama

"Sam, Miss Young wants you in her office."

The man called Sam, an analyst responsible for handling vast amounts of financial data and risk assessments, stiffened upon hearing the message. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he swallowed nervously.

Miss Young was the head of the risk management department-known for her strict and unforgiving nature. Being summoned by her was never a good sign.

Sam walked into her office with unease.

Sitting at the desk was a young woman dressed in a sharp black suit, exuding an air of competence. She was flipping through a document with a stern expression, her brows furrowed in displeasure. As soon as Sam entered, she tossed the document onto the table with a loud snap.

At twenty-seven years old, Rosalie had shed her former gentleness. Now, she was expressionless, exuding an icy demeanor.

"Miss Young, is there something you need?"

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Without any change in expression, Rosalie said, I just reviewed your latest investment portfolio report and noticed some anomalies. Certain key investments show" fluctuations that are inconsistent with standard trends."

Sam immediately responded, "I have been managing that investment data

carefully, and I assure you that all entries were recorded accurately."

"Oh, really?" Rosalie turned her

laptop screen toward Sam. "Look

here-and here. You entered negative values for these two

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investments, which caused a significant error in the overal

portfolio analysis."

Sam's face turned awkward. He quickly said, "I'm terribly sorry. That was my oversight. I will immediately review, correct, and resubmit the report."

"No need for corrections. You're fired. Pack your things and leave." Rosalie turned her laptop back and continued working on her files.

Five years was neither too long nor too short. The once gentle and kind-hearted Rosalie had long ceased to exist. The harsh realities she had endured had molded her into someone pragmatic and indifferent.

"What did you say? You're firing me?" Sam asked in shock. "I can fix this mistake. Please, give me another chance!"

"I already gave you one last time."

Rosalie's brows furrowed, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"This isn't just a simple mistake-it can severely impact our clients' investment decisions. We have a responsibility to safeguard our clients' interests, and negligence like this is unacceptable.

"Besides, you keep making these

elemes. Last time, you

confused the Investment Returns

Excel file with the Risk Indices Excel file, completely misreading the key financial data for portfolio analysis. If hadn't caught it in time, it would have caused severe losses. And now, you've made another major mistake. You should consider switching industries."