Chapter 882 You're Fired

"I'm fine, Mrs. Engel. Really," replied Deirdre, smiling, as she felt warmth enveloping her heart. She took a sip of water and turned to Brendan. "Are you going to be okay after, urn, today?" "Why? It was nothing."

Deirdre was skeptical of his claim, but she simply could not pry more out of him and decided to get information straight from the horse's mouth. She waited until Brendan went to his study and asked Mrs. Engel instead.

"But Miss McKinnon!"

Deirdre flashed a smile. "Don't worry about how I'm gonna take it, Mrs.

that’s

Internet for a while and immediately closed the browser. "Those people are acting the same as ever," she said vaguely." Uh,

Of course, it was going

Miss McKinnon. With extra herb cloves, too, because I know you haven’t had a good meal or sleep while you were locked up there. I can tell, or you wouldn’t have come down with that bellyache just now." "Thank you, Mrs. Engel. Sorry for the trouble." "Not as much trouble as the demons haunting you, child." Mrs. Engel sighed broodingly. Remembering what more to add to

instinctively looked up to where the first floor was.

for a second and decided to ascend the stairs. She made her way to his study,

down because of your childish, stubborn *ss! Sure, you're young and always have the chance to get back to the top, but we're on our way to retirement, okay? How are we supposed to bounce back!?" "When we told you to resign and let others take your position as CEO, you and Madame Brighthall vetoed it with a flimsy bid for patience. And look what they had brought us!? Even if this whole sh*tstorm passes, Brighthall’s

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