Chapter 17
At that moment, Melody interjected, her voice laced with concern. "William, don’t you want to succeed here?"
"Melody, it appears you’re the one who lacks the desire to succeed," I retorted.
With a swift, forceful motion, I hurled the microphone to the ground. It landed with a resounding crash at her feet. I towered over her, my six-foot-five frame imposing and muscular. "In my first month here, I closed five deals. You were there for each one, signing off on them. But you conveniently omitted any mention of commission, didn’t you, Melody?
"In the second month, I closed six deals. Seven in the third, ten in the fourth... Melody, you’re such a considerate supervisor. It’s truly touching. You’ve made me feel so appreciated, so grateful!
"Up to this month, I’ve secured one hundred and thirty clients. You’ve signed off on each one. Yet, you have the audacity to criticize me. Melody, who gave you such courage?"
My words sent a ripple of shock through the room. They weren’t fools; they understood the implications of my accusations. Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Melody was left speechless, likely unprepared for a subordinate she had always belittled to challenge her so publicly and so bluntly. What was he trying to achieve?
"You... what are you implying? I..."
"Enough! Don’t treat everyone here like an idiot!" I cut her off. I glanced at Jessica, my gaze cold. "Jessica, you can fire me."
The room fell into a stunned silence. Everyone stared at me, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and confusion.
Upon hearing my declaration, Philip was the first to break the silence. "Jessica, fire him, get rid of this scum!"