Golden Cage Mommy Mutiny (Elyse) novel Chapter 4

I turned and walked out of the conference room as screams broke behind me.

Some people were crying, “No! Ms. West!” Others were cursing, “Elyse Austin, this is your fault!”

Panic shattered their unity. The moment they realized their paychecks were at risk, the “team” turned on itself

like starving dogs.

I went back to my office and locked the door.

Outside was chaos. Crying. Cursing. Fists pounding on the door.

“Ms. West, I was wrong! I’m so sorry! Please don’t shut down the daycare!”

“Please, I have kids to raise and elders to support, I can’t lose this job!”

“Elyse West! Give me my job back! Or I’ll kill you!”

They were fighting in the hallway. The same women who’d linked arms for “justice” yesterday were now tearing at each other to shove the blame away.

Exactly as expected.

I walked to the floor–to–ceiling window and looked down at the media vans. They were still waiting to film me crumbling, waiting for my company to collapse.

I unlocked my phone. On the screen was my call log with our strategic partner, Mr. Lawrence.

The call had been half an hour ago. His voice on the line had been cool, sharp, and not remotely forgiving.

“Ms: West, I think you owe me an explanation. I invested in a high–tech company with stable leadership and positive values. Not a gossip factory that lives on the front page of social news.”

I inhaled. “Mr. Lawrence, please believe me. This was a misunderstanding, maliciously stirred up by a small group of employees.”

“A misunderstanding?” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Layla West, I read the post and the comments

below.”

“Your employees called your company a ‘prison.‘ Do you understand what that word does to a co–branded product that’s about to go public?”

My stomach sank.

“Our legal team recommends suspending all cooperation with your company until this PR crisis is fully

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resolved.”

“What I need to see is not some weak clarification post online. I need to see that you, as the leader steering your company, can eliminate internal cultural rot.”

“If you can’t even manage your own employees, why should I trust you with a partnership worth hundreds of

millions?”

He was right. A company that couldn’t control itself had no value in the eyes of capital.

I stared out the window, voice calm, spine straight. “Mr. Lawrence, give me twenty–four hours. After that, I’ll

give you an answer that meets your expectations.”

I hung up and held that all–hands meeting. I lit the fuse for the infighting, but that was only step one.

Mr. Lawrence didn’t want a messy dogfight. He wanted a stable, healthy environment he could trust. I needed to prove I could cut this “cultural rot” out at the root, not just sacrifice one Elyse.

Back at my desk, I opened my laptop. A demand letter sat on my desktop, ready to go.

Defendant: Elyse Austin

Cause: Fabrication, malicious defamation, severe damage to commercial reputation and Layla West’s

personal name

Claim: Three million dollars

Just suing her wasn’t enough. I picked up my phone and called our legal director.

“Patrick,” I said, “get ready. I want you to draft a company–wide email immediately.”

“First, attach full proof that the daycare was funded by me personally. Every bank transfer, every payment record, and the contract with the New Zealand education provider.”

“Second, attach the daycare’s daily food safety inspection reports, plus every credential for every teacher.”

“Third, screenshot every anonymous defamatory comment online and attach the IP source.”

I paused, then said the part that mattered most. “At the end of the email, include an e–signature link.”

“The statement will read: ‘I have read and confirmed all facts above. I fully support the company pursuing legal accountability against malicious rumor–mongers, and I am willing to testify in court as a witness for the company.“”

On the other end, Patrick went quiet for a moment, then understood my intention. “Ms. West, that’s… brutal. You’re forcing everyone to make a public choice between self–preservation and taking a side.”

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