The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 889

She presented Cirrus's operational roadmap for the upcoming quarter, breaking down the exact metrics and KPIs required from every single executive in the room.

After speaking for forty uninterrupted minutes, she closed her laptop and addressed the room.

"Based on the strategic alignment we just discussed, I expect a comprehensive departmental workflow plan from each of you on my desk by the end of the day. Starting today, you are all on a strict three-month performance probation. If you fail to meet the new standards, I will personally ask you to pack your things."

The executives, who had been slouching in their chairs scrolling on their phones, suddenly sat up straight, their expressions darkening.

But a moment later, they exchanged amused glances. They were convinced she was bluffing. There was no way this young girl had the authority or the guts to actually fire them.

If Cheryl, the actual Vice President, hadn't been able to touch them, they certainly weren't afraid of Winona.

Ignoring their whispered scoffs, Winona gathered her laptop and walked out of the room.

Cheryl hurried after her, looking anxious. If Winona fired all the senior managers, who would actually run the departments?

She followed Winona into the executive office.

After closing the door, Cheryl spoke up. "Winona, if you fire all of them, you're going to make some serious enemies. And even if they leave, the replacements HR brings in might just be a new batch of slackers. It doesn't solve the root issue."

When Stefan had cleared out the old guard, Gabriel had hand-picked this new batch of executives. Firing them would be a direct slap in the face to Gabriel.

Even though Gabriel no longer held power at Cirrus, he was still Stefan's father, and corporate politics demanded a certain level of deference.

Winona looked up from her desk. "Who is the HR Director?"

She had Stefan's full backing, and since her time at Cirrus was temporary, she didn't care about stepping on toes or navigating fragile male egos.

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