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Bella glanced at Steven, who understood her unspoken command and walked over to open the door.
“Ms.
Thompson!” Michael Gordon, the vice president of the hotel responsible for the recent mistakes, barged in with an air of urgency.
Steven tried to stop him, but he was too quick.
Bella frowned and watched as Michael stormed towards her desk, clearly agitated.
“Mr.
Gordon, why are you still here?” Bella asked coolly.
“I’ve approved your resignation, so you may find another job.
“
Michael, drenched in sweat and visibly shaken, yelled back, “Ms.
Thompson, you can’t do this to me! I’ve worked for this hotel for almost 20 years! I’ve sacrificed my health working here, even developing illnesses from the stress.
Your father would never fire me! How can you just dismiss me like this?”
Bella sneered, her eyes sharp.
“I’ve read the details of the hotel’s top executives.
Your illnesses include fatty liver and gallbladder polyps.
Looks like you’ve had quite an appetite.
” Michael froze, hearing the sarcasm in her tone.
“I really didn’t know that Alia Furniture has been selling poor-quality bedding to our hotel!” Michael quickly defended himself.
“Alia has been cooperating with us for the past three years and quoted us a reasonable price.
They’re a well-known brand in Savrow, so I.
.
.
“
Before he could finish, Bella flicked her hand and threw a document at his feet.
“This is a detailed account of all the transactions between the hotel and Alia Furniture over the past three years.
Can’t you see that the financial report is riddled with loopholes under your management?” she said coldly.
Michael picked up the document with shaking hands, his fear evident as he flipped through the pages.
They felt like burning coals in his palms.
Bella continued, her voice icy.
“I also received an anonymous report.
Someone has informed me that you’ve been in close contact with Alia Furniture and received a large bribe to purchase their substandard bedding in bulk.
“
Michael was now visibly trembling, his body swaying as he tried to steady himself.
“I.
.
.
I didn’t know!” he stammered, panic taking over.
“I was just doing my job, I didn’t realize the quality of the bedding.
.
.
Please, Ms.
Thompson, don’t do this!”
“I won’t fire anyone without cause,” Bella replied, her tone hard.
“But I have the evidence, so I won’t show mercy.
If you have any objections, we can resolve this legally.
“
Michael dropped to his knees in desperation, his voice breaking as he begged, “Please spare me! If this gets out, I won’t be able to find work again in Savrow.
Alia Furniture approached me first.
They promised me a fortune, and Mr.
Gold came up with the plan.
I didn’t think it was a big deal, but now I see the mistake I made.
Please, I’m sorry!”
Bella laughed bitterly at his sudden display of ignorance.
A vice president with two decades in the industry pretending to be clueless.
“That’s enough, Mr.
Gordon.
You know what you’ve done.
Rather than wasting your time here, you should go back and submit a few resumes.
Mr.
Lovett will see you out.
“
Defeated, Michael’s face twisted with despair as he was escorted out like an unwanted dog.
Outside the office, Michael immediately dropped the act.
He took a deep breath and muttered angrily, “That bitch! I’ll make her pay!”
Bella couldn’t hide her disdain as she watched the hotel’s executives use their positions for personal gain, neglecting the interests of the hotel itself.
“Michael Gordon must have a bad reputation among the staff,” Steven remarked, his tone filled with satisfaction.
“Someone must have reported him as soon as you started investigating.
“
Bella shook her head.
“No one reported him.
“
“What? Were you bluffing?” Steven asked, surprised.
Bella gave a nonchalant shrug as she picked up her phone to play a game.
“Yep.
Even if I was bluffing, he wouldn’t have admitted his guilt if he were innocent.
“
Steven couldn’t help but laugh and applaud her bold move.
“You certainly know how to take risks, Bella.
Looks like Michael and Alia Furniture have been involved for a while.
He must have made quite a bit of money.
.
.
“
