Marissa stormed back into her office, pulled out her chair, and sat down hard. She mmed the sh drive onto the desk and red across the room.
"What kind of garbage did you people put together? If you can''t do your jobs properly, then pack up your things and get out."
The deputy manager of the project team stood at her desk with his head lowered, stammering, "Ms. Scott, please calm down."
"You''re the new deputy project manager?" Marissa leaned back in her chair and narrowed her eyes at the man standing in front of her.
"Yes..." The deputy project manager, Simon Shaw, was drenched in sweat, his voice shaking with fear.
As the CEO, Marissa normally didn''t review project proposals herself. That was something delegated to department managers.
The project manager, Paul Yarrow, lowered his head and tried to step in.
"Ms. Scott, Simon just joined thepany. He might not be familiar with your standards yet, so—"
Before he could finish, Marissa snapped, her tone sharp.
"Is it that he doesn''t understand my standards, or was he just never qualified in the first ce-only getting in through connections? You both know the answer to that."
Both men stiffened at her words.
She pointed directly at Simon. "You''re fired. Get out. I don''t want to see your face again."
"Ms. Scott, please give me another chance!" Simon dropped to his knees.
"Get out!" Marissa barked.
Tears streamed down Simon''s face as he begged, "Ms. Scott, I have a family to feed. Please, I need this job. Just give me one more chance. I''ll do better. I''ll revise the proposal. Please don''t fire me..."
Marissa''s gaze was cold. She didn''t waste another word. She picked up thendline phone on her desk and made a call.
"Send a few security guards to my office. Have Simon removed."
"Yes, Ms. Scott," her assistant responded.
Simon remained on his knees, pleading.
Marissa ignored himpletely and turned her gaze toward Paul.
"Paul, how many years have you been with the domestic branch?"
Cold sweat trickled down Paul''s forehead. He answered softly, "Four years."
"You''re fairly capable, but you''ve crossed a line," Marissa said, her tone shifting before turning sharper.
She grabbed a stack of printed documents and flung them at Paul''s face.
"You used your position to sneak a rtive into thepany, someone clearly unqualified, and even helped him stbinto the role of deputy manager. Impressive. Truly impressive. You''re leaving with him."
After Stephen rejected her proposal, she went through the entire document carefully, reviewing every detail.
She had always been satisfied with the project proposals Paul had managed in the past. That trust led her to stop reviewing anything he had already approved.
But who would have thought he''d use his role to bring in his brother-inw, Simon, and promote him so unfairly?
Such a minor position hadn''t even been on her radar. But that one minor figure had just cost her a valuable coboration with Stephen. She was boiling in fury.
Paul remained silent as the documents Marissa had thrown slid from his shoulder onto the floor.
He finally said, "Ms. Scott, this was my mistake was too focused on the Cloudrise project that week and didn''t put enough time into this one. I didn''t know you intended to use this proposal for a deal with Jacobson Corporation."
"And that makes it okay to lower the standards? To be careless? Not only did you fail in your responsibilities but you also abused your position to promote someone. You have no defense. You''re done here." Marissa was unmoved by the excuse. Cóntent
Paul said nothing more. His fists clenched tightly at his sides. Behind the lenses
of his gold-rimmed sses, a flicker of cold anger shed in his eyes.
A knock sounded at the door at this moment.
"Come in," Marissa called.
Her assistant, Zeke Jackman, entered with two security guards in tow. They stepped toward Simon and hauled him to his feet.
Zeke nced at Paul, who kept his gaze straight ahead as he said calmly, "I will walk out on my own."
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