The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 76

“Ms. Prescott, I want you to remember what I’ve said today. For Jotham’s sake, I’m giving you one last chance. Next time, it won’t be this simple.”

Griffin’s words dripped with threat.

He’d made it clear he had plenty of ways to get what he wanted—Brianna had experienced that firsthand before. When she cut ties with her family and watched her future and dreams crumble, it was all thanks to Griffin’s methods.

With everyone watching, Brianna stormed out of the executive office. But when she reached her desk, she found all her belongings already packed up.

A few employees clustered around her workstation, quickly dismantling her computer and nameplate, working with a speed that made it clear this had been planned.

“Ms. Prescott… these are your things.”

Someone handed her a box filled with neatly packed office supplies—everything carefully checked to make sure she wasn’t taking any company documents.

Brianna didn’t take the box. Whispered gossip rippled around her.

“I heard the chairman came in just to fire her…”

“It was about time. She was never cut out for Ramona’s position.”

“I bet she got that job through some shady connection with Mr. Holt.”

“Serves her right after how she treated Ramona’s team. Couldn’t do the work, so she bullied her subordinates… She had it coming.”

“If I were her, I’d be too embarrassed to show my face. For the chairman himself to step in—the rumors must be true. She’s probably a gold-digger.”

Brianna whipped around, catching the eyes of her coworkers, but everyone quickly looked away.

Her face burned as if it were on fire; she couldn’t hold herself together any longer. She knocked the box out of the woman’s hands and rushed out of the company.

By the time Jotham arrived, Brianna was already gone. Griffin sat waiting for him in the office.

“Dad,” Jotham began, but a file folder came flying at his face, grazing his cheek.

Griffin didn’t say a word, but the anger in the room was palpable.

“I know you’re upset, but Brianna… I really did bring her in to help.”

“Oh? Feeling sorry for her?” Griffin’s tone was cold, his words edged with disdain. “If you want to keep her company, I’ve got your resignation ready.”

He wasn’t joking. A formal agreement lay on the desk between them.

All Jotham had to do was sign, and he’d be stripped of his position as CEO, forfeit all company shares, and be cut off from the Holt family—effective immediately.

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