You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

No sooner had his coworker's words fallen than Fabian's brows abruptly furrowed. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The coworker clearly hadn't expected him to be so angry. She was startled for a moment. Then, she said, "No, why are you mad? I only heard it from someone else." "Who said that?" Fabian asked aggressively.

"The whole company is buzzing with it now. How would I know who said it?" said the coworker.

Fabian cast a warning glance at her, then pulled out his phone and tapped open the group chat. After he had read the discussion in the group, his eyes narrowed slightly. The coworker looked at Fabian, knowing all too well that he was Kenneth's trusted aide. Therefore, without any definitive conclusion, she would never do anything rash.

"We still have some work to do, so we'll be leaving first," she said.

"Wait a moment!" Fabian suddenly said.

The coworkers abruptly halted in their tracks and turned back to look at him.

Fabian studied them, the look in his eyes dark and unfathomable. "I don't know who started this baseless rumor. But I'd advise you not to take a gamble to end up losing everything over such unfounded hearsay. You're free to leave anytime. Once you do, however, don't even think about coming back!" With that said, he stood up and walked away without waiting for their response.

At that, the two female coworkers looked at each other.

Although his tone was unpleasant, it's undeniable that there was a certain truth to his words. Moreover, he doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving. So, it probably means the company is doing fine, right? They simply exchanged glances but didn't say anything more, going straight back to work.

After Fabian had reached a deserted area, he finally stopped walking. He then pulled out his phone and glanced around to ascertain no one was nearby before making a call.

"Hello. Help me look into a matter..."

When the office's landline rang, Natasha answered it deftly.

"Hello."

"Nat!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Natasha was taken aback. "Denise?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Natasha asked.

"Nat, shouldn't you be asking why I called Daddy's office?" Denise countered.

Natasha belatedly realized that oddity. "That's right. Why?"

"Because your phone is unreachable!" Denise enunciated.

Upon hearing that, Natasha stopped ceased perusing the documents. She shifted her gaze to her phone on the table, picked it up, and glanced at it. Sure enough, there were quite a few missed calls and unread messages.

"Sorry, I forgot I put it on silent while I was working!" Natasha murmured.

"Do you realize how much you're worrying others by doing so?" Denise asked.

"It's my bad!" Natasha admitted outright.

Upon hearing that, Denise let out a deep sigh, sounding helpless as if there was nothing she could do about her mother.

"Forget it. I won't take offense with you over this anymore," Denise muttered. Then, remembering something, she asked, "When will you be home?"

Natasha glanced at the documents at the side. "I will probably be a bit late."

"So, you're not coming home for dinner?"

"No. Don't wait for me."

"Got it!" replied Denise.

"I'll be hanging up first," Natasha said.

"Remember to eat!"

"I will."

After exchanging a few more words, Natasha absent-mindedly hung up the phone. Her gaze returned to the documents, and she continued where she left off. In doing so, she was so engrossed that she lost track of time once again.

She had no idea how much time had passed until the door was suddenly pushed open. Upon seeing the person in the office, Fabian was taken aback.

"Mrs. Hamilton?" Fabian looked at her.

Natasha lifted her gaze, casually glancing at him. "You haven't left yet?"

Fabian walked in. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? It's already late. Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll leave once I'm done looking through these!" Natasha replied without even lifting her head.

"I thought you had left as soon as it was time to get off work..." As Fabian spoke, he suddenly remembered something. "What did you eat for dinner, then?" "I'm not hungry," Natasha said absent-mindedly.

His brows furrowing, Fabian took out his phone to order some food.

As if surmising his intentions, Natasha raised her eyes and glanced at him. "Don't worry about me. I'm really not hungry."

"But-"

"I didn't move much after eating lunch, so I'm not hungry. Don't worry. If I get hungry, I won't be shy about it," said Natasha. Upon hearing that, Fabian finally nodded. "All right, then."

Natasha glanced at the time, only to see that it was already almost ten o'clock.

She gazed out the window. It was already dark outside by then, and lights shone brightly, unveiling a new side to the entire city. Retracting her gaze, she looked at Fabian. "It's late. You should leave first."

Fabian immediately shook his head. "It makes no sense for an employee to leave before the employer does so. I'll wait for you." "No, it's okay. You've been busy all day, so don't worry about me!" Natasha insisted.

"In the past, it has also always been me staying and working overtime with Mr. Hamilton!" Fabian suddenly said.

At the mention of Kenneth, Natasha was slightly stunned. Then, she looked at him. "Fabian, you're still single, aren't you?"

Fabian wasn't sure why Natasha suddenly brought that up. Nonetheless, he still nodded in affirmation. "Yes."

"Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because your boss had been exploiting you too much. You need to have some personal time. Therefore, go ahead and leave work early, living a life of your own," Natasha said. Fabian argued, "But—"

"Or do you prefer it to be an order?" Natasha asked.

Staring at her, Fabian immediately fell silent.

In a flash, understanding dawned upon Natasha. She looked at him and said, "Get off work. If you don't clock out... I'll deduct a month of your salary?"

"Mrs. Hamilton-"

"Two months?"

In an instant, Fabian didn't know what to say.

Tossing the pen in her hand onto the desk, Natasha leaned back slightly and held his gaze. "Or do you think my words don't carry weight?"

"That's not what I meant."

"I'm the kind of person who prefers doing things alone. It doesn't weigh on my conscience, then. So, if you truly have my best interests at heart, leave!" Natasha said, looking at him.

Since she had said as much, there was nothing more Fabian could possibly say.

Looking at her, he nodded. "All right. I'll clock out first, then. You should leave early, too."

Only then did Natasha nod in satisfaction.

Fabian seemed to have something to say something but was hesitant to speak. After a long moment of contemplation, he finally gave up. He took one last look at Natasha before turning and walking out. "Cherish your nightlife. Good night," Natasha said to him.

Fabian nodded, then promptly left the office.

As the door closed, Natasha took a deep breath. She then glanced at the unfinished documents and resumed working.

After looking through all these documents, I can do other things tomorrow. Two months is neither long nor short, and regardless of what Kenneth was planning, my priority is to secure the Hamilton family's position in Hamilton Corporation.

With that thought in mind, Natasha flipped through the documents and continued perusing them.

As she did so, time passed.

By the time she had finished reading everything, she glanced up at the clock. It was already past midnight.