She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

For the next two days, Lyra stayed home, meticulously preparing for the return to work. It was the eighth day of the New Year, the official first day back for Fairchild Holdings’ corporate offices.

Lyra and Caleb arrived at the building bright and early. However, by ten o’clock, two employees on their critical list were still nowhere to be found.

Lyra stared out the window at the bustling traffic of Seaborne City, her mind racing.

It was no wonder Fairchild Holdings had collapsed in her past life.

Some of these veterans treated the corporation like a retirement home.

Caleb clearly shared her sentiment. He checked his watch every few minutes, his impatience simmering just below the surface.

Before Caleb could snap, Warren Lewis, the Brand Promotion Assistant Manager, barged out of the conference room. “Are we having this meeting or not? Caleb, how long do you expect us to just sit around?”

The forty-five-year-old was a distant relative of Delilah Ward’s family. Years ago, he had dragged his destitute family to Seaborne City to beg the Fairchilds for a handout. Now, he drove luxury cars, owned multiple properties, and sent his two kids to a private international school that cost nearly a hundred thousand dollars a year.

“The meeting will start when everyone arrives.” Caleb’s lips twitched into a faint, frosty smile.

Unsurprisingly, Warren was one of the prime names on the chopping block.

Caleb’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen and answered immediately.

It was the front desk, informing him that the final two stragglers had just walked into the lobby.

Caleb checked his watch, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. Quarter past ten. Did they only show up in time for a free lunch?

Caleb’s voice was dangerously calm when he gave the order. “Tell security to lock the main doors.”

And so, on the very first day back to work.

The towering glass doors of Fairchild Holdings were sealed shut.

“On what grounds? We’ve bled for this company for years, and you think you can just fire us with a single sentence?”

“You need a damn good reason to let us go, unless Fairchild Enterprises is going bankrupt tomorrow!”

Outraged protests flooded the room like a tidal wave…

“We have plenty of reasons,” Lyra stated, meeting the furious glares head-on. She turned and switched on the main projector. “Here is the evidence.”

The shouting died in their throats.

None of them had expected their dirty little secrets to be exposed so blatantly. Several of the corporate veterans froze in shock.

“Embezzling project funds, falsifying expense reports… lining your own pockets.” Lyra tossed thick stacks of printed documents onto the table, sliding a customized packet toward each person. “Any single one of these offenses carries a prison sentence of three to ten years.”

Someone immediately barked back, “This is forged garbage! We demand to see Arthur.”

“Where is Arthur? Why is he hiding from us?”