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

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

course, it was going

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

the living room and instinctively looked up to where the first floor was. Brendan

made her way to his study, but before she could

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

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