Chapter 1011:
That night, sleep eluded Harlee.
The following morning, for the first time, Dina had arrived at work before nine. She spun her chair gleefully before booting up her computer to admire her handiwork.
After being dismissed by Harlee the day before, Dinaâs frustration had reached a boiling point. In a fit of anger, not only had Dina spent five million hiring online trolls to attack the Sanderson Group and tarnish Harleeâs image, but she also arranged for Jeffâs family to create a public spectacle outside the company, demanding accountability.
Right on schedule, Jeffâs relatives gathered outside the building, armed with banners and a loudspeaker, demanding answers from the Sanderson Group regarding the layoffs and their alleged role in Jeffâs demise.
As rumors spread rapidly online, a crowd formed below, rallying behind Jeffâs family and calling for transparency from the Sanderson Group.
Impatient for updates on Harlee, Dina decided to venture into Brentonâs office to snoop around.
After only a few steps, Dina ran into Harlee, who was heading downstairs. Plastering a look of concern on her face, Dina quickly approached.
âMiss Sanderson, are you going downstairs?â
Harlee didnât reply, and Brentonâs assistant remained silent as well.
Dinaâs expression stiffened, but she persisted.
âYou shouldnât go out there. Jeffâs family is furious, and if they find out you authorized the layoffs, things could turn ugly.â
Harlee cast a cold glance at Dina and stepped into the elevator without a word.
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Despite being ignored, Dina smirked inwardly, relishing the thought of Harlee being publicly disgraced. She followed behind, eager to witness the chaos firsthand.
At the main entrance of the Sanderson Group, a middle-aged man with a slight limp stood at the front, clutching a loudspeaker and loudly accusing the company of being responsible for his sonâs death. Two women beside him wept incessantly, their tears flowing like an unending stream.
A group of muscular men waved signs and shouted slogans, while two elderly individuals, dressed in mourning attire, knelt dramatically on the pavement. Jeffâs entire family had turned up for the spectacle, ensuring maximum attention.
The Sanderson Groupâs PR manager was on edge. With the director away on business and Brenton yet to arrive, Harleeâs apparent indifference left him to manage the escalating crisis alone. The weight of public outrage threatened the companyâs reputation, and if the situation wasnât contained soon, the stock value would plummet. The PR manager anxiously wished Harlee would finally take action.
He suppressed a surge of frustration, and when his gaze lifted again, a glimmer of hope presented itself.
Harlee appeared at last, accompanied by Brentonâs assistant and Dina. The previously rigid PR manager visibly softened.
He dabbed at the perspiration on his brow, exhaling deeply in relief.
Harlee had finally arrived downstairs.
Had she delayed any longer, he feared he might have been the next one pushed to desperation.
Without hesitation, the PR manager approached Harlee.
âThese are Jeffâs relatives. Theyâre rejecting all offers of settlement and insist on an explanation from the company.â
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