"Commission? You actually have the nerve to ask?"
She turned to face the entire staff and announced at the top of her voice, "Listen up, everyone!"
"After a thorough company investigation, it has been confirmed that Philippa Sullivan has been using con-artist psychology to brainwash and extort clients."
"She has severely damaged the Delgado Group's reputation. Every single one of those contracts was obtained through superstitious nonsense."
"Therefore, all of her commissions are hereby confiscated as reputational compensation to the company."
"And not only will you not see a dime, but given the damage you've caused to this company's image..."
"You'll also be signing this five-million-dollar liability claim."
"That's a load of crap. Those clients were begging me to sign with them." My whole body shook with rage.
Destroying my grandmother's charm. Withholding her life-saving money. And now demanding I pay five million on top of it?
"I want to see Bertram Delgado." I shoved Tamara out of my way and forced my way into the CEO's office.
Inside, Bertram was lounging on the sofa, cheerfully browsing gifts for Tamara.
The moment he saw me barge in, his face darkened.