Chapter 43: You Are Fired
Chapter 43: You Are Fired
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Joan grasped the recorder pen and engaged the yback.
Instantly, the conversation between the two women filled the room.
"Joan, I''ve transferred $250, 000 to your ount, and I''ll give you another $250, 000. With this
money, you can provide for your son''s medical treatment and ensure his well-being," Monica''s voice
resonated from the recorder.
Joan''s voice quivered with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she inquired, "This is an
incredible amount of money. What do you want me to do in return?"
Monica reassured her, "It''s quite simple. All you need to do is rece some drawings in Jane''s
office."
Joan hesitated, voicing her concern, "But what if someone discovers what I''ve done?"
"Rest assured," Monica replied. "You can go to her office and pretend to be cleaning when no one is
around. No one will suspect you. Besides, you currently earn just a thousand dors a month as a
cleaner. How many years would you have to work to earn $500, 000? After this task ispleted,
you can resign andy low in the countryside. You can find another job once this blows over. It''s a
perfect n, isn''t it?"
Joan found the argument convincing and agreed, "Okay, I''ll do it!"
Monica was visibly pleased with Joan''smitment. "Excellent! I''ll provide you with instructions
when the timees. Remember, only you and I should know about this. Don''t let anyone else in
on it."
Joan assured her, "I won''t reveal a thing to anyone."
The recorded conversation concluded.
Jane fixed her gaze on Monica and sneered, "Monica, do you have any further denials?"
Monica, her face drained of color and her brow drenched in sweat, vehemently rejected the
usation. "No, that wasn''t me!"
"Everyone in this room has heard it; it''s unmistakably your voice," Jane retorted. She proceeded to
activate aputer and ess an email.
"If you persist in denying it, I have additional evidence."
She projected the email for all to see. "This is Joan''s bank ount record. I had a friend look into
it."
Jane paused and stared directly at Monica. "The money was transferred via a foreign ount, and
the ount holder is..."
Jane''s revtion left Monica astounded. How had Jane discovered her father''s ount? She had
taken meticulous precautions!
"I possess eyewitness ounts and tangible evidence," Jane asserted. "Monica, do you still
maintain that this is a false usation?"
"No... That''s impossible," Monica attempted to mount a defense but faltered in her response.
The facts were clear to everyone. Regardless of her protests, the evidence was overwhelmingly
against her. Her fate was sealed, with no room for escape this time.
"Jane, it''s your doing," Monica suddenly rasped, her eyes welled with tears. She lunged at Jane,
overwhelmed with anger.
"You conniving wretch! You set this trap!"
"Trap?" Jane scoffed as she intercepted Monica''s hand, preventing her from striking her. "If you
hadn''t attempted to frame me, how would I have acquired any evidence? This is called poetic
justice!"
"Monica, why did you do this?" Patrick, who had silently observed the proceedings, finally inquired.
His icy, unrelenting gaze filled the room with an eerie hush.
"Mr. Pansy, I..." Monica stammered helplessly.
Patrick''s cold, prating eyes sent involuntary shivers down her spine. It was as if she had
plunged into an icy abyss.
The frigidity in Patrick''s eyes was akin to a dagger piercing her heart.
Without awaiting a response, Patrick decreed, "Monica Betsy, you''re terminated. As of this moment,
you are no longer employed by Pansy Group."
Monica''s pallor deepened. "No, Mr. Pansy, you can''t fire me!"
Monica yelled as if unhinged, lunging toward Patrick. "Patrick, don''t you understand? I did all this for
you! I love you! Don''t you realize? From the day I entered thispany, I loved you!"
"Get lost!" Patrick growled, pushing her away with disgust, causing her to lose her bnce and
tumble to the floor.
Monica''s forehead collided with a table''s edge, drawing blood. She gazed up at the man before her,
once so indifferent, now even more heartless.
"But you never noticed me. Regardless of how hard I worked and everything I did for you, you
remained oblivious. I believed that if I excelled and proved my worth, you would eventually fall in
love with me. But everything changed when Jane entered the picture! You only had eyes for her.
She''s a mere country bumpkin. How could she be your fiancée? How could she win your love?
She doesn''t deserve it! She''s a wretched schemer who doesn''t deserve you!"
Jane rolled her eyes, recognizing that her engagement to Patrick was but a formality. The woman
Patrick truly loved was Candy. Monica''s deeply passionate affection had been grossly misced.
Unfortunately for Monica, her affection and jealousy had clouded her judgment. To retain Patrick''s
attention, she had resorted to framing Jane and sacrificing thepany''s welfare. In the end, her
actions had backfired, and her own futurey in ruins.
"Monica Betsy, vacate Pansy Group within ten minutes. I do not want to see you here again!"
Patrick ordered, casting his disdainful gaze upon her.
Monica''s face paled. "No, Patrick, please listen to me. I love you. Don''t drive me away..."
Before Monica could articte more, Morton rapidly hauled her to her feet and escorted her to the
door. "Mr. Pansy doesn''t want to see you. It''s best to depart immediately."
As Monica was escorted away, her tears streamed down. Jane slightly furrowed her brow, realizing
she had sessfully turned the tables on Monica.
Had she been the slightest bit careless, she might have been the one leaving in disgrace.
"That concludes our business today. I expect no repetition of such events," Patrick admonished the
remaining individuals present, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. None dared to meet his
angered eyes, all choosing to lower their heads. Jane, however, met his gaze unflinchingly.
As Patrick made his exit from the conference room, he paused at the doorway. He turned and
leveled a meaningful look at Jane. "Jane,e to my office."