Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 882

Chapter 882 You’re Fired

“I’m fine, Mrs. Engel. Really,” replied Deirdre, smiling, as she felt warmth enveloping her heart. She took a sip of water and turned to Brendan. “Are you going to be okay after, urn, today?” “Why? It was nothing.”

Deirdre was skeptical of his claim, but she simply could not pry more out of him and decided to get information straight from the horse’s mouth. She waited until Brendan went to his study and asked Mrs. Engel instead.

“But Miss McKinnon!”

Deirdre flashed a smile. “Don’t worry about how I’m gonna take it, Mrs.

Engel. I’ve always been resilient. I’m just curious, that’s all. Just wondering how this whole thing will unravel.”

Mrs. Engel searched the Internet for a while and immediately closed the browser. “Those people are acting the same as ever,” she said vaguely.” Uh, Mr. Brighthall’s being dragged into it, but I don’t know if it’s going to affect him that much.”

Deirdre’s mind turned blank. Of course, it was going to affect him!

She shook out of her trance and changed the subject. “What are we having today?” “Chicken soup, Miss McKinnon. With extra herb cloves, too, because I know you haven’t had a good meal or sleep while you were locked up there. I can tell, or you wouldn’t have come down with that bellyache just now.” “Thank you, Mrs. Engel. Sorry for the trouble.” “Not as much trouble as the demons haunting you, child.” Mrs. Engel sighed broodingly. Remembering what more to add to her pot, she hurried to the kitchen.

Deirdre left the living room and instinctively looked up to where the first floor was. Brendan had been staying inside for so long. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She balked for a second and decided to ascend the stairs. She made her way to his study, but before she could knock, she heard some sounds.

‘You’ve really done it again this time, Brighthall! You destroyed the company! We told you to send that woman to prison, but no, you said, and now the entire company is crashing down because of your childish, stubborn *ss! Sure, you’re young and always have the chance to get back to the top, but we’re on our way to retirement, okay? How are we supposed to bounce back!?” “When we told you to resign and let others take your position as CEO, you and Madame Brighthall vetoed it with a flimsy bid for patience. And look what they had brought us!? Even if this whole sh*tstorm passes, Brighthall’s reputation will never recover!” ‘You need to give a press release right now! Tell the world that you protected Deirdre McKinnon because you think whatever punishment she deserved is the one mandated by law, and so you’re thinking of personally sending her to prison. Or else… The entire board of directors will unite in protest, and your position as CEO isn’t going to mean any real power within this company!”

Despite the rage, Brendan did not frown even once. “Sure. If this is what the board wants to do, go ahead. But sending Deirdre to prison? Not gonna happen.”

The rest of his callers were so apoplectic that they could not even respond for a long time. ‘You maddening jack*ss! Are you that besotted with a criminal? Godd*mnit! There are so many other women in the world, and you’re going to die on this specific hill!? Fine! We won’t stop you, but you’re not going to return to Brighthall Group after this!” “Fine by me. I don’t have any strong opinions either way,” Brendan said placidly. “But I should remind you that if you people kick me out and make me lose my power as a CEO, the company’s done for. Because none of you among the board has the skills or power to turn this around, anyway.”

He sounded so flat it could hardly be registered as a threat, yet the board stayed silent for a while. Then, as if reeling out of shock, the reply came,” No. Enough is enough. We thought you’d be able to solve this crisis, but oh, look where we are now. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!

“Let me burst your bubble, Brighthall. The Brighthall Group’s reputation and support have tanked! People are throwing sh*t at us, insulting us, and making fun of us! You still think you’re that untouchable, uber-elite, everyone’s-favorite-billionaire-icon, huh? If we let you handle Brighthall Group any longer, it won’t matter how established this company is. The entire empire… is going to fall!”