Zavier rushed to her side, his voice full of arrogance. "Hyacinth, don’t be afraid. You’re the president of the company. If he dares to cause trouble, just fire him. What’s there to fear? A useless man living off you?"
Before returning to the company, I made a call to the shareholders.
When I arrived, the shift in the employees’ gazes was impossible to miss; they were hesitant and wary, almost as if they knew something I didn’t.
I ignored it and headed straight to my office.
Torin Payne, the vice president of the sales department, hurried in, handing me his phone. His expression was grim.
On the screen was the company’s group chat.
Zavier had tagged everyone, his message glaring back at me: [Sales Manager Tobias has been fired.]
So that was why they looked at me like that.
I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head slightly. A slow smirk crept onto my lips as I asked, "Tell me, brother, whose company is this?"