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Chapter 336:
Amelia’s sharp words cut through the tense air of the conference room. “Slater, the project you managed last month has already bled over three million in losses. Now you’re still asking for more funds? Are you determined to squander even more of the company’s money p>
Slater Natt, the marketing director, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face darkening. He quickly countered, “The market has been brutal lately. It’s no surprise that some ventures don’t pan out. It’s just the way things are p>
“Is it truly the market’s fault, or are your own missteps to blame? You know the answer, Slater. Rocco, show him the proof p>
Amelia’s voice was steady, commanding authority.
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At her directive, Rocco slid a phone across the polished table toward Slater. The screen flickered to life, revealing a video of Slater with a young woman, the representative of the client.
The footage captured Slater’s unprofessional conduct, his inappropriate advances toward the woman unmistakable. Gasps and murmurs of disapproval rippled through the room.
“I accidentally brushed her hand; it was nothing serious!” Slater exclaimed, his defense feeble.
“Enough!” Amelia’s hand slammed down on the table, the sound reverberating, silencing the room.
She had long championed fairness in the cutthroat world of business and refused to let someone like Slater exploit his authority to harass women under her leadership.
“Slater Natt, I’m formally notifying you that you’re fired,” Amelia declared, her tone resolute.
“You’re firing me?” Slater’s voice cracked with disbelief.
For nearly a decade, he had reigned as the director of the business department at the Davis Group, wielding influence over half its operations. Even Ricky, notorious for his iron grip on power, had treaded carefully around him. The notion that Amelia would dare dismiss him was unthinkable.
Shock gave way to simmering resentment in Slater’s eyes. “Mrs. Stewart, you’re playing a dangerous game with this. You’ll regret this decision,” he said, confident that his trove of client contacts would force Amelia to come begging for his return soon.
As he strode toward the conference room door to leave, Amelia’s voice echoed behind him. “Hold on a moment p>
A smug grin crept across Slater’s face. “Mrs. Stewart, wasn’t I just sacked? Having second thoughts already? You p>
“Before you leave,” Amelia interjected, unflinching, “hand over the client information you’re holding p>
“And why would I do that?” Slater shot back defiantly.
“Because that information belongs to the company, and as a terminated employee, you have no claim to it. Of course, you can choose to keep it, but I’ll have Rocco deliver that video straight to the authorities p>
Slater’s face froze, his retort caught in his throat. “You p>
After retrieving the information from Slater, Amelia turned her focus to the remaining people in the room.
Those who caught her eye quickly averted their gazes, wary of her commanding presence.