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    A sharp voice cut him off mid-sentence. “Effective today, Coen Gray, you’re dismissed. Pack up.”


    Disbelief exploded in his reply, “What kind of sick joke is this? Who the hell are you? Are you in cahoots with that woman and trying to trick me? I won’t fall for it!”


    mming the call ended, he threw Christina a re. “You really went all out, didn’t you? Getting an actor to dial me and say those words? How did you even get my number, anyway? Was this all premeditated?”


    Coen refused to believe he had been fired. It was impossible—the Hubbard Group wouldn’t toss aside someone as skilled as him.


    A sly smile crept onto Christina’s face. “Is that a hint of panic I’m seeing? Not wanting to ept you’re fired?”


    He shook his head, clinging to his pride. “That’s ridiculous! Why would I panic? You clearly arranged for someone to pretend they’re from the Hubbard Group.”


    Gerda and Gwen, both still reeling from their own downfall, exchanged looks. If not for the calls unmistakably from the Scott Group staff, they would have suspected the whole situation was a staged act.


    “You know impersonating a Hubbard Group executive is a serious crime, right?” Coen shot Christina a cold re. “I’m willing to forget all of this if you apologize right now.”


    His threat hung in the air, and before he could say more, his phone began ringing again.


    A look of irritation flickered across Coen’s face, convinced that Christina had roped someone in to put on an act. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he prepared to brush off whoever was calling, until he saw the screen light up with the HR manager’s name.


    Suddenly, all traces of annoyance disappeared. A wave of nervousness swept over him, and his palms turned mmy. A single thought raced through his mind: Could Christina actually be serious?


    He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was a pure coincidence. There had to be another reason for this call—maybe some regr HR matter. Steeling himself, Coen forced a friendly grin and pressed the answer button. The moment the line connected, an icy voice delivered the news.


    “This is to let you know that you have been fired.”


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    Shock consumed Coen. “What? Why is this happening?”


    A cold reply came without any sympathy. “How should I know? Also, you’re now cklisted across the industry. Goodbye.”


    Before Coen could argue or plead, the call ended abruptly.


    Frozen in ce, Coen stared at his phone, unable to process what he had just heard. He found himself not just cast out of thepany but also marked as ckballed across the entire industry. He had been cornered sopletely that he saw no way forward, as if every path had mmed shut in front of him. How could everything be spiraling into such utter chaos?


    Cornered, Coen felt the walls closing in. Confusion and panic swirled together until his thoughts dissolved into chaos.


    “What happened, Mr. Gray?” Gerda’s voice cut through his haze, her eyes narrowed with concern.


    Curiosity edged into Gwen’s tone. “Don’t tell me the Hubbard Group actually fired you?”


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