"Hehe..."

Thomas grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Nancy, "Boss, did you forget? We lost the bet today, so we're covering your lunch for the next month."

They hadn't mentioned it, Nancy had indeed forgotten about the wager.

She shook her head helplessly, "It was just a joke at the time; you can't seriously expect me to let you do that."

"That's not acceptable!"

Xander was the first to protest, "A man's word is his bond; we lost, and there's no backing out now. Boss, if you don't accept, you're looking down on us four."

With such words, what could Nancy possibly say?

"Alright."

She waved her hand nonchalantly, "Let's go have lunch."

Simon, who had been lurking in his office, slid out like an eel, smiling sheepishly, "Mrs. Firth, how can you go to lunch without me? Let's all go together."

Nancy glanced at him, not using the previous meeting's unpleasantness to mock or scorn him. Instead, she was surprisingly pleasant, patting Simon on the shoulder.

"Of course, we're all part of the tech department. If we're going to eat, let's all go together."

Simon's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, "Okay, thank you, Mrs. Firth."

The tech department's arrival at the company cafeteria instantly drew everyone's attention.

Not because they were a large group or because the entire department came together, but because Nancy had just joined the tech department, and people were waiting to see her falter.

Whispers began to spread.

"Eh, is that Nancy? Why is she having lunch with the tech department? I thought she'd be crying in her office by now!"

"Yeah, why isn't she passed out crying in the bathroom? Instead, she seems rather triumphant. What's going on?"

"Hey, you guys might not know this."

Someone who had just picked up their tray sat down beside them, eyes gleaming with gossip.

"I heard that Nancy called a meeting with the executives today. Like you, everyone thought she was seeking Mr. Firth's protection. But guess what happened?"

The group turned to him, curious, "What happened?"

The gossiper laughed loudly, "Not only did the executives not see Nancy cry, but Waston couldn't even respond when Nancy confronted him!"

"Tch..."

A woman scoffed, "That's just because Mr. Firth was there. If she wasn't the president's wife, would she dare?"

"It's not because of that!"

The gossiper insisted, "Mr. Firth didn't say a word the whole time. I heard that when Waston slammed the table, Nancy slammed it right back the next second, so dominantly. She asserted her position as the tech department director..."

Imitating a woman's voice, he gestured flamboyantly, "Even if I showed it to you, would you understand?"

The group burst into laughter at his imitation, but their laughter soon faded into silence.

"It seems our Mrs. Firth isn't as helpless as we thought..."

Just then, Xander and his group, each carrying a tray, beverages, and desserts, brought the cafeteria's finest and most delicious offerings to Nancy.

"Boss, we got these for you. Want anything else? We'll get it."