Chapter 901:
âAs Mr. Dawsonâs wife, you depend on him, Eileen. You wouldnât want to create problems for him, would you? If you pay me one million, Iâll leave the company, and Iâll remain in the company to work for you. Isnât that a great deal?â Conroy said.
Eileen quickly shook her head. âIâm not short on funds; I spend money on myself. But getting you out of my way irritates me. As for Mr. Dawson, he would happily use money to make me happy.â
She repeatedly tapped the chair, clearly indicating she was not negotiating with Conroy. She seemed annoyed by him and forced to continue the conversation.
âStill donât want to give up?â Eileen said. Noticing Conroyâs lingering presence, she surmised that he was desperately trying to come up with something.
With a tilt of her head, Eileen told the senior executives, âIâm offering a million dollars to be split among you. In return, dispose of Conroyâs belongings in the companyâs front gate trash can.â
The senior executives earned hundreds of thousands of dollars annually. Even if Eileen gave them one million dollars, each person wouldnât be able to get more than one hundred thousand.
But they could all tell that Eileen and Bryan were on the same side. Conroy had not mentioned this to them. Otherwise, they wouldnât have agreed to be on Conroyâs side.
Without hesitation, the senior executives hurried into Conroyâs lounge, swiftly removing all the items from the closet and placing them into paper boxes. Within mere minutes, Conroyâs belongings were completely cleared away.
Anxiety and humiliation wrestled for dominance on Conroyâs face as he witnessed the swift removal of his belongings. He couldnât help but question the senior executives. âAre you certain sheâll follow through on her promise to pay you? Whose side are you on?â
Check updates now on gαâηÏνð®âsâ¤com âCan you see it? They are my people now,â Eileen said. Conroyâs outburst was so infuriating that she couldnât resist the urge to scratch her ear. Eileen rose to her feet and addressed the gathered employees, watching the drama unfold.
âIâll give a thousand-dollar reward to anyone who helps carry a box downstairs. And if any of you are willing to drag Conroy downstairs, Iâll bump up your salary by two hundred and fifty every month.â
For a brief instant, the employees grasped the significance of the salary bump. After crunching the numbers, they realized their salary would increase by a steady one hundred and fifty dollars each month. If this continuedâ¦
In a flash, the eyes of several male employees gleamed with enthusiasm, and they swiftly moved in on Conroy.
Conroy was dragged and hoisted by the employees, his screams filling the air. The female secretaries collaborated, each pair efficiently carrying a box and splitting the thousand-dollar reward. In less than five minutes, the office was cleared.
Eileen just wanted to resolve the issue quickly and decisively. Although she had spent money, she had achieved her goal. Since she had to spend money anyway, she might as well use it to bring herself delight and cause discomfort to Conroy.
The senior executives exchanged nervous glances, their eyes then fixed on Eileen. They wanted to bring up the matter of the one-million-dollar reward, but they didnât dare mention it.
âReturn to your desks immediately and collect the summary reports from each department for the past year. I expect to see them on my desk by the end of the day. Youâll have to print them out yourself,â Eileen ordered.
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