Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 230

The last to arrive was Malcom-she was a full hour late.

"Sorry, everyone. Got held up with an old client. My boss on that project is a nightmare to deal with. This is the earliest I could make it," she said, breezing in.

"No worries. Meeting's over," Effie replied, standing up.

The others exchanged bewildered looks, confusion written all over their faces.

The meeting hadn't even started-what was she talking about, calling it off now? It felt completely absurd.

Shirley was just as puzzled, but she'd learned to follow Effie's lead. As soon as Effie left, Shirley quietly slipped out too.

"What's her problem? Calls us in here, says nothing, and now just sends us away? Who does she think we are?" someone grumbled.

seriously? She didn't say a word? But you've all been in here ages!" Malcom asked, genuinely

deliberately dragged her

everyone's here. She doesn't want to repeat herself over and over. She also said that next time, we need to all be on time-she

just scoffed, brushing off Effie's words. "Please. She lands one deal and suddenly thinks she's top dog? She's got no idea who's really running this show. Let's see how far she gets without us. I'd like to

she just stared at us in the meeting room. Didn't say a thing, just eyed us like she owned the

thinking everyone was

that had happened. Nelly just laughed. "Effie really doesn't know her place, does she? She seriously thinks one

land the deal, but her

"I'll make sure she does just that. She'll be

"Couldn't agree more!"

water from the break room, overheard their

hurried back to her desk. "Effie, we've

her stylus.