Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1451

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.

"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.

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.