The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 285

"You can decide for yourself how to handle such an incompetent employee."

Georgia stood nearby, her face twisted in distress, eyes welling with tears.

A dull ache throbbed between Violet's temples.

"Georgia, head down to the finance office, please."

Georgia blinked, not understanding what Violet was getting at.

"Ms. Marchand, why the finance office now?"

She'd been standing there, bracing herself for a scolding, but Ms. Marchand didn't seem inclined to yell. Relieved but confused, she wondered what new errand Violet had for her.

"Collect your paycheck up to today and hand in your badge on your way out."

At that, Georgia felt her world collapse.

"Why? Was that Mr. Garcia on the phone just now? Are you firing me just because I argued with Victoria today? Did he call you and tell you to get rid of me?"

frowned, staring at Georgia. "You argued with Victoria? Why would you

known Georgia had pulled such

The rest of us work ourselves to the bone from nine to five, and she gets everything handed to her because of her looks. If she's shameless enough to do that, why shouldn't I call her out? Everyone knows what's going on. Others are afraid to

her tears angrily as

expression grew darker with every

to be so blatant. Georgia was Violet's assistant; her actions and words reflected directly on Violet. Yet this morning, Georgia had gone straight to Victoria and unleashed a tirade, airing out all the rumors about Victoria and

like Georgia was bullying Victoria on Violet's behalf. To others, it seemed possible Violet herself had ordered Georgia

Violet muttered under her breath. Any remaining shred of inclination to keep

Violet said, but she knew it wasn't

to deliver documents and finalize the

fight with Victoria. Because you

reached out to Mr. Garcia and accused us of disrespecting the

word, her

being fired because of her fight with Victoria and that Curtis Garcia had called to protect his favorite. Instead, she'd just outed all her reckless

I tried to find Ms. Ailie, but they were in a meeting and I couldn't get in. Her

sobbed, desperate to stay. Quantum Core Technologies paid better than anywhere else she could hope to work. And as Ms. Marchand's assistant, she

Violet was resolute. Between the confrontation with Victoria and the missed meeting, nothing Georgia said could change her mind. With Ms. Ailie's professionalism, there was no way she'd jeopardize a major contract

it must have been deliberate. You know Ms. Ailie and