Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

The first thing I did when I got to the office was ask Heidi to notify all department managers and above to meet in the conference room.
After she left, I didn't rush over there myself. Instead, I double-checked the "props" I was going to use later.
I was sure Heidi would go report to Xander first and only start notifying people after getting his approval. So I didn't need to hurry.
It was better to show up once everyone was already seated. Showing up too early would make me look overeager and weak in front of subordinates.
That was one of the unspoken office rules Mason taught me last night while we were drinking.
Heidi was a spy Xander planted at my side. As long as I kept my guard up and didn't confide in her, she was still usable.
About ten minutes later, Heidi came back and immediately said, "What's the purpose of the meeting you just called?" Her cheeks were a little flushed—clearly she'd just been scolded.
"I'm supposed to check with you first, is that it?" I scoffed.
"No, not at all. I'll go notify everyone right away." Heidi rushed off again.
I couldn't help laughing to myself. That was such an obvious attempt to tattle. I couldn't tell if Heidi was just stupid or if she really didn't take me seriously.
This time, Heidi got the word out quickly. By the time I walked into the conference room, everyone was already there. Even Xander had shown up, sitting upright in his seat.
I scanned the room. Oliver was here too.
"Ms. Gordon, is this meeting so early because there's a directive from headquarters?" Xander asked, a cheerful smile stretched across his chubby face.
"No," I smiled back. Then I raised a hand to quiet the room. "I called everyone here today to clear something up, and I need you all to bear witness.
"Everyone knows I'm the one who took that elderly lady to the hospital two days ago. She's Mr. Cooke's former mother-in-law, and it was Mr. Cooke who pushed her down.
"A lot of people saw it happen. But when it came to the medical bills I covered, Mr. Cooke refused to pay me back."
The moment I finished speaking, the room erupted.
"You're lying through your teeth. When did I ever say I wouldn't pay? Mr. Knight was there yesterday too." Oliver shot up from his seat, trying to argue.
I didn't bother replying. I just opened my laptop, plugged in the flash drive, and the projector behind me lit up with the full scene that had played out in front of the hospital.
From the moment Jennifer sat on the ground wailing, all the way to the surveillance footage displayed on the hospital's electronic screen—what had almost been a successful scam ended up turning into a complete joke.
By the time the video ended, the conference room was buzzing. Everyone's eyes were on Oliver as they whispered nonstop.
"Oh my goodness, I never would've guessed Mr. Cooke's mom was that kind of person."
"There's probably a lot we don't know. Honestly, what her mother-in-law said sounds believable now."
"So that pregnant woman really is Mr. Cooke's mistress? Damn, maybe Mrs. Cooke didn't run off with another man—maybe she was murdered by Mr. Cooke."
"Watch what you say. You're not a cop. Mr. Cooke could sue you for slander."
Oliver looked pale as a sheet. I had the feeling that if the floor opened up right now, he'd dive in without hesitation.
Sure enough, without saying a word, he shoved past the people around him and made for the door. Just as he was about to step out, I called after him, "Mr. Cooke, don't you think you owe me an explanation?
"Yesterday, you promised in front of Mason that you'd pay. Then you turn around and send your mom and your cousin to pull this stunt? That's pretty low, don't you think?"
I emphasized the word "cousin", which immediately set off another round of laughter in the room.