Chapter 155
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The security guard scoffed, “If this were really a back–alley operation, you think they’d let two pretty girls like you walk out?” He was now convinced Sharon was just some clueless country girl.
‘Back–alley operation? What is this, the 1920s? As he thought, the guard moved to physically push them out.
Sharon instinctively flinched, but Gwyneth stepped forward with quiet authority, shielding her.
“If I’m not the executive sent by headquarters,” Gwyneth said coolly, “then who am I supposed to be?”
“You?” The guard burst out laughing. “Our top executive at the Mercer Group shows up dripping in diamonds and head–to–toe Gucci.”
A vein pulsed at Gwyneth’s temple. She couldn’t believe this was the same company her mother had built from scratch.
Furious, she pushed past the guard and tapped on the reception desk. “Call down the executive who shows up dripping in diamonds now.”
The receptionist started to roll her eyes. “Who the hell do you-”
Gwyneth smirked coldly, slamming her VP badge of the Jenkins Group down. “Because I’m the VP of the Jenkins Group and the boss’s daughter.
Wearing diamonds or not, everyone here works for me now. You have ten minutes.”
She casually turned, and led Sharon to the rest area. “If that executive isn’t here in ten,” she called over her shoulder, “every last one of you peons is
fired.
The receptionist’s jaw dropped. Fumbling with the ID badge, she gasped before scrambling for the phone.
The security guard’s legs gave way. Helpless, he stood there handing them water, sweating heavily. “I made a mistake. Please forgive family to support-”
“One more word and you’re fired.” Gwyneth didn’t look up, and the guard went silent immediately.
- me. I’ve got
Sharon stared at the fierce Gwyneth. She had thought Carol’s friend was just talking big, but now Gwyneth seemed like a gang boss–her glare was deadly.
Soon after, Miranda Leblanc, the Mercer Group’s head, rushed in with the
top
executives.
Miranda, the plump woman with a round face came bustling forward, her diamond earrings swaying. “Gwyneth, darling!” she cooed, arms outstretched. “Look how you’ve grown.”
“Hello, Miranda,” Gwyneth said, her voice dripping with false warmth.
Miranda wasn’t just the Mercer Group’s head; she was also a cousin to Gwyneth’s father.
Miranda lived off the Jenkins Group subsidiary. She only sucked up to Diana and Melanie during holidays while ignoring Gwyneth, the motherless niece. Now that she saw Gwyneth gaining power, she was all smiles.
‘No wonder the Mercer Group is such a dumpster fire. With leadership like this, the whole place is rotten from the top down, Gwyneth thought.
Miranda didn’t notice the coldness in Gwyneth’s eyes and hurried over. “I heard from your father you’re taking over Mercer Group. Business hasn’t been good. Maybe you can improve it.”
Gwyneth put on an innocent smile. “Seems we’re thinking alike, Miranda. I’ll be straightforward. Let me tell you my plan for the Mercer Group.”
“Yeah, go ahead, Miranda replied.
“We’re cleaning house,” Gwyneth said, her tone casual. “Everyone goes–except security and janitorial. The Mercer Group has zero active projects, right? No point keeping dead weight.”
After Gwyneth spoke, all the executives in the hall fell silent.
Miranda’s smile froze. Before she could say anything, Gwyneth looked at Sharon. “Come with me to HR to collect everyone’s files. Then lock down the Finance Department’s records. Flora’s team arrives in thirty to audit and handle layoffs.”
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