"Reason? I am the chairman of Whitaker Group of Companies. Do I need a reason to fire someone?"
Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade.
"You’ve been the sales manager for three years with zero achievements. And you dare ask me why?!"
Even with my phone’s volume at its lowest, her words rang throughout the venue.
"Desmond, listen carefully! Whitaker Group of Companies does not keep useless trash!"
With that, she hung up.
The entire room fell into dead silence.
Then, Gideon stepped forward, his voice dripping with glee.
"Everyone heard it, didn’t they? Even Madam Everett herself called Desmond a waste. Why should we keep someone like that in the company?"
He smirked, reveling in my humiliation.
"I suggest you pack your things, head home, and take a nice long rest."
Then, as if struck by inspiration, he chuckled.
"If you’re a kept man, you should act like one. Don’t you agree, Mr. Delaney?"
I met his gaze with a calm, unwavering stare and sneered.
"So, according to Gideon, I’ve been nothing but dead weight here?"
Gideon let out a boisterous laugh, his face practically glowing with triumph.
But he had no idea—his laughter was premature.
"What else?"
Gideon sneered.