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    “As Mr. Dawson’s wife, you depend on him, Eileen. You wouldn’t want to create problems for him, would you? If you pay me one million, I’ll leave thepany, and I’ll remain in thepany to work for you. Isn’t that a great deal?” Conroy said.


    Eileen quickly shook her head. “I’m not short on funds; I spend money on myself. But getting you out of my way irritates me. As for Mr. Dawson, he would happily use money to make me happy.”


    She repeatedly tapped the chair, clearly indicating she was not negotiating with Conroy. She seemed annoyed by him and forced to continue the conversation.


    “Still don’t want to give up?” Eileen said. Noticing Conroy’s lingering presence, she surmised that he was desperately trying toe up with something.


    With a tilt of her head, Eileen told the senior executives,


    “I’m offering a million dors to be split among you. In return, dispose of Conroy’s belongings in thepany’s front gate trash can.”


    The senior executives earned hundreds of thousands of dors annually. Even if Eileen gave them one million dors, each person wouldn’t be able to get more than one hundred thousand.


    But they could all tell that Eileen and Bryan were on the same side. Conroy had not mentioned this to them. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have agreed to be on Conroy’s side.


    Without hesitation, the senior executives hurried into Conroy’s lounge, swiftly removing all the items from the closet and cing them into paper boxes. Within mere minutes, Conroy’s belongings werepletely cleared away.


    Anxiety and humiliation wrestled for dominance on Conroy’s face as he witnessed the swift removal of his belongings. He couldn’t help but question the senior executives. “Are you certain she’ll follow through on her promise to pay you? Whose side are you on?”


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    “Can you see it? They are my people now,” Eileen said. Conroy’s outburst was so infuriating that she couldn’t resist the urge to scratch her ear. Eileen rose to her feet and addressed the gathered employees, watching the drama unfold.


    “I’ll give a thousand-dor reward to anyone who helps carry a box downstairs. And if any of you are willing to drag Conroy downstairs, I’ll bump up your sry by two hundred and fifty every month.”


    For a brief instant, the employees grasped the significance of the sry bump. After crunching the numbers, they realized their sry would increase by a steady one hundred and fifty dors each month. If this continued…


    In a sh, the eyes of several male employees gleamed with enthusiasm, and they swiftly moved in on Conroy.


    Conroy was dragged and hoisted by the employees, his screams filling the air. The female secretaries coborated, each pair efficiently carrying a box and splitting the thousand-dor reward. In less than five minutes, the office was cleared.


    Eileen just wanted to resolve the issue quickly and decisively. Although she had spent money, she had achieved her goal. Since she had to spend money anyway, she might as well use it to bring herself delight and cause difort to Conroy.


    The senior executives exchanged nervous nces, their eyes then fixed on Eileen. They wanted to bring up the matter of the one-million-dor reward, but they didn’t dare mention it.


    “Return to your desks immediately and collect the summary reports from each department for the past year. I expect to see them on my desk by the end of the day. You’ll have to print them out yourself,” Eileen ordered.


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