Chapter 319:
Even a fraction of that compensation seemed excessive.
“You’re fired. Go to the finance department and settle your salary.” Freya didn’t waste words on someone so undeserving.
The team leader froze in shock.
So did everyone else.
They stared at Freya with wide eyes, clearly surprised by her decisive action.
“Is she really fired?” The team leader’s voice carried both relief and concern.
“I believe someone influential supports Vivien Garza.”
Freya remained unmoved. “She’s fired.”
The company had no place for the incompetent.
“You’re merely an investment advisor. How dare you terminate my employment?” Vivien Garza spotted the contract in Freya’s hand with “Investment Advisor” emblazoned on its cover. “When my father finds out about this, I’ll make sure you can’t stay here.”
Freya’s lips curved into a genuine smile.
She found herself curious about Vivien’s father—the man who had introduced such chaos into Briggs Group.
“Invite him over,” Freya suggested, wondering what position Vivien’s father held. “I’ll await him in conference room three.”
“Just wait!” Vivien hurled the threat before storming off.
Though her mother had warned against troubling Hugh unnecessarily, this situation had come to her doorstep. She planned to appear pitiful, shed a few tears, and she was certain Hugh would undoubtedly defend her.
Watching this unfold, the team leader grew uneasy. She worried Freya might mishandle the situation and create problems for herself.
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“Focus on your responsibilities. I’ll address this matter,” Freya assured them before departing.
She intended to wait in the conference room but, noting the president’s office occupied the same floor, decided to consult her cousin first for better context.
At the door, she knocked and entered after receiving permission.
Alan Briggs worked diligently at his desk and asked without looking up, “What is it?”
“Have you hired any management staff with the surname Garza in the past two years?” Freya closed the door behind her, posing the question conversationally.
Two years ago, no management personnel with that surname had existed within the company.
Her inquiry caused Alan to halt mid-sentence.
His pen froze over the document as he glanced up sharply, disbelief transforming into recognition. His eyes widened with surprise and delight. “Mina!”
“Hi there, Alan,” Freya smiled gently at him.
“You mischievous girl! Where have you been these past two years?” Alan rose from his desk and embraced her, genuine affection warming his voice. “It’s one thing to…”
“Explore and enjoy yourself, but you left the entire company for me to manage, robbing me of any chance for romance.”
“I simply went to explore Jeucwell,” Freya replied, relaxing into the familiar comfort of family.
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