NovelEnglishChapter 233 Effie could see the calculating look in Irving Butler's eyes, but she didn't let it bother her.
When the tcame, she'd handle whatever he threw at her. Let's see who has the last laugh.
Irving Butler continued, "In just a few days, Effie's already held three team meetings. It's clear she's taking this project seriously." No one else on the team spoke up. No one was about to expose their own shortcomings.
Then Mastepped forward. "That's not true, Mr. Butler," she said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMagave her story a tic twist, claiming she'd tried so hard to fit in with Effie's group, but her own workload was overwhelming, so she'd been late. According to Malcom, Effie had canceled two meetings for personal reasons, using Malcom's absence as an excuse, and for the final meeting, she'd used the excuse of "third time's the charm" to kick Maout of the group altogether.
As she spoke, Malcom's voice trembled and her eyes turned red, as if she'd suffered sterrible injustice. She turned away, dabbing at her eyes. "I really did try, I did so much research for this project," she said.
Mapulled out a folder she'd prepared, holding it out as proof.
If Randell still didn't realize Mawas trying to drag him into this, he'd have to be a fool.
"Oh? Is that so?" he replied, reaching out a hand toward Malcom.
But just as he was about to take the folder, he suddenly pulled his hand back. Malcom, caught off guard, fumbled the folder and it fell to the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'll pick it up right away," she stammered, stooping down in a hurry.
"I don't need it," Randell said coldly. "I have no interest in reading work prepared by someone who throws her own teammates under the bus." Mafroze, looking up at Randell in shock. "Mr. Hoffman, I don't understand..." "Whether you really don't understand or you're just pretending, only you know," Randell replied, his voice icy.
He turned to Lyman. "Lyman, I'm honestly surprised you'd allow someone so toxic into your company." Honestly, did they really think they could pull one over on Effie? Did they have a death wish? He glanced at Lyman, as if asking for approval.
Lyman spoke coolly. "In that case, she's fired." Mastood stunned for a moment, then hurried toward Lyman, only to be blocked by his assistant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Etheridge, please, I'm innocent, I swear!" Masobbed, her tears streaking her makeup until she looked like a tragic clown.
But no one paid her any mind.
"You're saying I'm falsely accusing you?" Randell's tone was sharp as glass.
Marealized too late that she'd said the wrong thing, but she had nowhere left to furn "Mr. Hoffman, I know you and Effie-" Damn it! Irving Butler shot Maa furious glare-was she out of her mind?
If she blurted out something so reckless, Randell would only get angrier, and the whole design department would be finished. And as department manager, Irving would be first in the firing line.
He barked, "Malcom, have you lost your mind? You've been shirking your responsibilities, missing meetings, and now you turn around and slander your colleagues? That's enough!" "Pack your things and get out. Now!" Mastruggled, trying to say something else.
But just then, Nelly appeared, grabbing Malcom's arm and leading her away without another word.
"Nelly..." Mawhimpered, her voice trailing off down the hallway.
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