Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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I retorted, "Talk is cheap. Don't feed me pretty lies to my face while scheming behind my back. I don't fall for those who play angel up front and devil in the shadows."
The words were sharp, no doubt about it. Even someone as calculating as Xander couldn't quite keep his expression in check. He shot back, "Ms. Gordon, a wise person knows not to burn all their bridges."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh? Is that a threat? Why don't we bring the chairman into this and see what he has to say? You planted someone by my side. What exactly were you trying to do?"
As I spoke, I took out my phone, pretending to dial.
It wasn't an uncommon tactic in corporate circles. The difference was, no one said it out loud.
Xander clearly hadn't expected me to go public with it, to tear off all pretenses in front of the staff.
Predictably, he backed down. He turned to Heidi and said curtly, "You're fired. Now, pack and leave."
Heidi opened her mouth to protest, but a sharp glare from Xander shut her right up. She turned that glare to me instead and then ran off in tears.
Xander turned back to me and asked, "Well, satisfied now, Ms. Gordon? You can pick your own assistant. I won't put myself through thankless tasks more than once."
I said to the employees who gathered around us, "Alright, the show's over. Everyone get back to work. And be careful when you do things. Don't hand people leverage so easily."
The crowd dispersed, though as they walked away, I could feel their stares full of guarded and judgmental glints.
Great, I started this mess trying to embarrass Xander, and somehow I became the one who ended up looking unreasonable.
Xander planted a spy right under my nose, and I came off like the bully? During the first round against Xander, I already took a silent beating. This old fox was way more dangerous than Oliver ever was.
Feeling frustrated and deflated, I headed downstairs to my office. A heavy sense of helplessness washed over me. Maybe everything had been going too smoothly since I came back. I started forgetting my place, thinking I was more capable than I really was.
Still, maybe this was a good thing. Better to stumble early than too late. Mason's words echoed in my mind. "It's not your teachers or friends who make you better—it's your enemies."
If I had one strength, it was this: the harder things got, the more fired up I became.
That morning's humiliation didn't crush me. On the contrary, it lit a fire in my chest. I was itching for round two.
He said I should pick my own assistant. Then I'd pick one myself.
I leapt off the sofa, reapplied my makeup until it was flawless, making sure I looked fresh and radiant, and then strode confidently to the HR department.
Inside, people were chatting—and of course, the topic was me. They were murmuring that I was domineering, throwing my weight around, and something like that.
The moment I walked in, the room went silent. Everyone immediately turned back to their desks, but not one pair of ears stopped listening.
Since they already thought I was domineering, why not live up to their expectations? I walked right up to the HR manager, Carl Cooper, and said, "Post a hiring notice. I'm looking for an assistant. The pay will be very generous."
Mason once told me, "Pay well to keep them loyal."
I figured that if I built a golden palace, surely I'd lure in the perfect person who'd stay loyal to me.
"Alright. Do you have any specific requirements?" Carl asked.
"I want a female," I replied.
"Anything else?"
"If I have to teach you everything, why does the company keep all of you here?" I snapped, then turned and walked out without another word.
It wasn't that I didn't want to elaborate. The truth was, I didn't know what to say. I got married to Oliver right after college and spent three years as a housewife. I had no idea what qualifications to look for in a new hire.
The words were sharp, no doubt about it. Even someone as calculating as Xander couldn't quite keep his expression in check. He shot back, "Ms. Gordon, a wise person knows not to burn all their bridges."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh? Is that a threat? Why don't we bring the chairman into this and see what he has to say? You planted someone by my side. What exactly were you trying to do?"
As I spoke, I took out my phone, pretending to dial.
It wasn't an uncommon tactic in corporate circles. The difference was, no one said it out loud.
Xander clearly hadn't expected me to go public with it, to tear off all pretenses in front of the staff.
Predictably, he backed down. He turned to Heidi and said curtly, "You're fired. Now, pack and leave."
Heidi opened her mouth to protest, but a sharp glare from Xander shut her right up. She turned that glare to me instead and then ran off in tears.
Xander turned back to me and asked, "Well, satisfied now, Ms. Gordon? You can pick your own assistant. I won't put myself through thankless tasks more than once."
I said to the employees who gathered around us, "Alright, the show's over. Everyone get back to work. And be careful when you do things. Don't hand people leverage so easily."
The crowd dispersed, though as they walked away, I could feel their stares full of guarded and judgmental glints.
Great, I started this mess trying to embarrass Xander, and somehow I became the one who ended up looking unreasonable.
Xander planted a spy right under my nose, and I came off like the bully? During the first round against Xander, I already took a silent beating. This old fox was way more dangerous than Oliver ever was.
Feeling frustrated and deflated, I headed downstairs to my office. A heavy sense of helplessness washed over me. Maybe everything had been going too smoothly since I came back. I started forgetting my place, thinking I was more capable than I really was.
Still, maybe this was a good thing. Better to stumble early than too late. Mason's words echoed in my mind. "It's not your teachers or friends who make you better—it's your enemies."
If I had one strength, it was this: the harder things got, the more fired up I became.
That morning's humiliation didn't crush me. On the contrary, it lit a fire in my chest. I was itching for round two.
He said I should pick my own assistant. Then I'd pick one myself.
I leapt off the sofa, reapplied my makeup until it was flawless, making sure I looked fresh and radiant, and then strode confidently to the HR department.
Inside, people were chatting—and of course, the topic was me. They were murmuring that I was domineering, throwing my weight around, and something like that.
The moment I walked in, the room went silent. Everyone immediately turned back to their desks, but not one pair of ears stopped listening.
Since they already thought I was domineering, why not live up to their expectations? I walked right up to the HR manager, Carl Cooper, and said, "Post a hiring notice. I'm looking for an assistant. The pay will be very generous."
Mason once told me, "Pay well to keep them loyal."
I figured that if I built a golden palace, surely I'd lure in the perfect person who'd stay loyal to me.
"Alright. Do you have any specific requirements?" Carl asked.
"I want a female," I replied.
"Anything else?"
"If I have to teach you everything, why does the company keep all of you here?" I snapped, then turned and walked out without another word.
It wasn't that I didn't want to elaborate. The truth was, I didn't know what to say. I got married to Oliver right after college and spent three years as a housewife. I had no idea what qualifications to look for in a new hire.
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