Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 123

Quinnie’s face turned ghostly white, but she quickly pointed at Emmy and raised her voice so everyone could hear.

“Did you all hear that? Even Ms. Lincoln admits it!”

“Forward Technology is going bankrupt! We should all be looking for new jobs already!”

Emmy’s reply was ice-cold. She stared Quinnie down. “HR, process her resignation. Effective immediately. She’s blacklisted—do not rehire.”

Quinnie shrieked, “On what grounds? I’ve been here for years! You can’t just fire me!”

Emmy’s gaze swept the room, sharp and steady. “Because you’re shaking everyone’s confidence. I want Forward Technology to be a single, brilliant pearl, not a pile of sand for anyone to step on.”

“If anyone tries to ruin this company or tear it down from the inside, I don’t care who you are—I’ll fire you on the spot. No second chances.”

She paused, then offered a steady, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry. Forward Technology is not going bankrupt. If you’re worried about your paychecks, I’ll cover everyone’s salary myself. By tomorrow at the latest, you’ll all have your money.”

“If we get through this month, once the first payment from the Vista Corporation project hits our account, Forward Technology will outshine every subsidiary under Starlight Corporation.”

“And for everyone who stays, your salaries will double.”

For a moment, the room was dead silent. Then, suddenly, everyone burst into cheers.

“Ms. Lincoln, you’re amazing!”

“We believe in you!”

Only Quinnie kept protesting, her voice rising with frustration.

“This isn’t fair! If you’re firing me, I want my severance! I’ve worked here for so many years—even if I wasn’t the best, I worked hard!”

Emmy looked at her and, after a moment, smiled. “Sure. Come pick up your severance tomorrow.”

Back in her office, Emmy pulled out her phone and shot Steve a quick message.

Did you find anything?

She’d been keeping an eye on everyone, but Quinnie was always the one sneaking off to make calls in the break room or by the stairwell, always avoiding the cameras. That’s why she’d asked Steve to dig into her background.

Her phone buzzed almost right away.

Steve: Got it. This woman’s got serious baggage. I’d rather talk in person.

Emmy: Tonight then. My place.

Steve: Uh, is that a good idea? If your husband finds out I’m at your place at night, he might kill me…

Emmy: James will be there. I’ll invite Abriella too.

Steve: Deal! Send me the address!

Emmy made another call.

“Ivy, add a few more dishes for dinner tonight. We’re having guests.”

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