A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 459

The next day, Calliope headed straight to the Jewell Group. She arrived at the office fairly early. Franco had just arrived as well, but Monty was nowhere to be seen, and Horatio hadn’t showed up either.

Calliope quickly dialed Monty’s number and gave him a good talking to, prompting him to rush to the office.

As she walked alongside Franco, they discussed some work–related matters. She looked every bit the professional. People in the company greeted her warmly as she passed.

“Hey, Calliope!”

“Why are you calling her that? She’s the Chairwoman now!”

“Morning, everyone,” Calliope replied with a nod and a smile. She had this aura about her that made people feel a certain distance, yet there was an approachable warmth that drew them in, instilling both admiration and a touch of reverence.

“Ms. Jewell, I took home some of the food you ordered from the Pearl Tiger Club yesterday. My wife said it was delicious. Thank you!”

never afford on our own. Just for that meal, I’ll work harder than ever for

Thanks, Ms. Jewell!”

slack off anymore. I’ll

said, “As long as everyone works hard, there’ll be opportunities for more treats in the future. Not just treats, but also some hefty bonuses

everyone felt a surge of excitement. It was clear they were filled with

they experienced such perks, which kept motivation low. But now, with Calliope at the helm, they genuinely

the type to make empty promises. The food from the Pearl Tiger Club was pricey, yet she treated

more inclined to put in their best

things with Franco, the elevator

to see the office had been revamped. The space had undergone a simple transformation to match her

a hand in this. It wasn’t surprising; she knew they were trying to curry favor. Regardless of their motivations, at least they were trying

bit, Monty and Horatio finally arrived, and she convened a meeting

except for a few who had been demoted or fired, and were clearly displeased. Those who hadn’t been affected were cautious, fearing Calliope’s wrath, and thus were on

think you are, firing me like