Chapter 281 Termination Letters

Chapter 281 Termination Letters
Vera's POV

As soon as I said that, the conference room erupted.

"Holy shit, is Ms. Green really going this hard? First day and she's playing for keeps?"

"She's gotta be bluffing, right? There's no way she'd actually fire them. The company would collapse."

"True, but if she's just bluffing, isn't that way too reckless? She'd piss everyone off. How's she supposed to get anything done after that?"

"Looking at how delicate Ms. Green seems, she doesn't look like someone who can run a company. Probably won't last long anyway."

"Ugh, if things keep going like this, will our company just go under?"

"Don't worry about it. We've got the Grant Group backing us. No way we're going bankrupt."

"Oh thank God. Jobs are hard to find these days. I was scared I'd end up unemployed."

Rose showed no reaction to my threat. Her expression was almost mocking, full of contempt.

She leaned back in her chair leisurely and spoke slowly: "Ms. Green, on your first day you're firing over half the senior management and a dozen key personnel. Do you have any management experience? Have you considered the consequences?"

I caught the implication in her words—she was insinuating I didn't know how to run a company and was just making a mess.

I mirrored her posture, leaning back leisurely with my arms crossed, even wearing a gentle smile. "Ms. West, you're absolutely right. This is my first time managing a company. I really don't have much experience."

"But here's the thing—I can't take even a little bit of disrespect. Since some people clearly don't want me here, I might as well fire a few people who rub me the wrong way before I leave. Seems fair, right?"

"Having so many people leave with me, that sounds pretty comforting, actually."

This caused another stir below.

"With how toxic this company's been, we need someone like Ms. Green to clean house!"

Rose couldn't help but sit up straight, leaning forward slightly. The calm confidence from moments ago had vanished from her face. "Ms. Green, you can't just go rogue like this. Headquarters will never approve!"

"Oh? Really?" I looked at the anxiety flickering in Rose's eyes, a smile playing at my lips.

I met her gaze directly, without a trace of fear. "Feel free to call Nathan right now. See what he says."

Rose's expression darkened. She said nothing more, just grabbed her phone and left the conference room.

Few minutes later, Rose came back after making the call, looking seriously displeased.

Looking at her like that, I knew exactly what had happened. With Grandpa backing me, Nathan wouldn't dare interfere.

I watched her with leisure, smiling. "Looks like you've checked with headquarters, Ms. West. No objections from their end, I assume?"

Rose kept a cold face and said nothing.

I watched her texting with her head down and didn't bother her. I noticed her fingers flying across the screen with increasing urgency—probably warning the absent executives to get here immediately.

A few people around her exchanged nervous glances, clearly realizing the situation had shifted. Some senior managers who had shown up on time sat up straighter, distancing themselves from Rose's camp. The power dynamics in the room were already beginning to realign.

I scanned the regular employees sitting on both sides and asked, "Is anyone from HR here?"

Only the HR director was absent—everyone else had shown up. But none of them dared speak up at first.

Then a slender arm timidly raised. "Yes."

I looked at her—a young woman. Judging by her youthful face, she must be a new intern.

I smiled. "Come here. Draft a termination letter on the spot."

Then I glanced at my watch. "Eight minutes left. When time's up, HR will send out termination letters to anyone who hasn't arrived."

The room exploded again.

"Holy shit, Ms. Green's for real!"

"Sending termination letters on the spot? First time I've ever heard of this in my career!"

"Legendary! Ms. Green's my hero now—I'll do anything for her!"

"She might be packing her own bags after pulling this stunt! You won't get the chance!"

"So sad, so tragic, waaah."

The intern stood up and walked over to a laptop at the conference table.

Seeing how nervous she was, I said, "Don't worry. Just state the facts clearly."

The intern nodded. "Okay, Ms. Green." Then she started typing on the laptop.

I lifted my wrist to check the time. Five minutes left. I sat back in my chair, perfectly composed.

The conference room fell silent except for the sound of the intern's typing. I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on me—some curious, some anxious, some admiring.

Somewhere out there, the absent executives were probably stuck in traffic, panicking. I felt oddly calm. This was my line in the sand.

With a loud crash, the conference room door was violently pushed open from outside.

The CFO rushed in, dripping with sweat. He hurried to his seat and sat down, still catching his breath.

After he came in, several more employees from key departments and senior executives trickled in, all moving frantically.

My left hand rested on the conference table, wrist facing up, making it easy to constantly check the time.

When the second hand completed its final rotation, a slight smile appeared on my face. "Time's up!"

Then I looked at Tina. "Have the admin team count heads."