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.

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

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

mind turned blank. Of course, it was

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

and instinctively looked up to where the first floor was. Brendan had been

to ascend the stairs. She made her way to his study, but before she

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

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