Chapter 900
Despite knowing the odds were against him with Bryan backing Eileen, Conroy had been determined to fight for his share. Yet, he was now shocked by Eileen’s audacious move—she hadn’t just outmaneuvered him; she had stripped him of any opportunity to fight.
As Conroy hurried out of the meeting room, the other executives rose abruptly, the clatter of their chairs filling the air with a dissonant chorus.
Conroy’s pace quickened with fury as he headed to his office, where he discovered his personal items already boxed up by Eileen.
“What are you doing, Eileen?” Conroy exclaimed in anger.
Calmly sealing a box, Eileen responded without looking up.
“I’m helping you pack. Oh, and I found this photo of Jessica and Gianna. Forgot to display it, didn’t you?”
Her question hung unanswered as Conroy snapped, “It’s none of your business! Why are you putting my things in boxes?”
Eileen wiped her hands and faced him squarely, her voice calm and steady.
“Then where would you prefer I dispose of them? Directly into the trash? You’ve accumulated so much that the office bins won’t suffice.”
Conroy was momentarily rendered speechless. After a while, he said, “Don’t play dumb with me!”
He suddenly understood that Eileen had been pretending all along, playing him like a fool. She had known everything from the start!
“What? Was yesterday’s embarrassment at the Vazquez Mansion not enough for you?” Eileen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you eager to make a spectacle of yourself again here at the company?”
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Conroy’s face morphed into a scowl. “Keep your hands off my belongings, and don’t even think about discarding them!”
“Then just tell me, what do you mean? You don’t want me to leave? Or do you think you have any room to maneuver?” Eileen checked her watch and added dismissively, “There’s still an hour and a half until lunch, but I’m giving you five minutes.”
The onlookers began to murmur among themselves, while the senior executives, who had hastened to the scene, exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to assist Conroy. Clearly, Eileen had no intention of engaging in a rational discussion with Conroy. Her sole objective was to kick him out.
“I’m still leading VQ Group’s most critical project, and these senior executives have been mentored by me. If I leave, the project will collapse. How many of the executives will stay and listen to Conroy?” She revealed her secret weapon, banking on the fact that Bryan wouldn’t want to waste time and effort finding new personnel for management.
Finding a new top-tier management team would come with a hefty price tag, likely exceeding seven figures. If Bryan and Eileen were willing to negotiate with him, a six-figure sum would be all he needed. That would be the best option for both sides.
“I have the skill to make them listen, and if they decide to quit, they’ll be the ones suffering losses. You don’t have to worry about that.” Eileen took a seat and gestured toward the lounge.
“Since you’re here, gather your belongings and leave.”