Chapter124 Letting Uncle Take the Brunt
"When did she start?" Daphne asked the team leader, who had earlier scolded the brazen girl.
The team leader was at a loss, an impulsive response escaping his lips without even inquiring about her identity, "July."
"Show me the tasks she's handled over these two months," Daphne requested calmly yet assertively.
The team leader immediately pulled up the folder on the computer.
Thinking Daphne was a new executive from the Murphy Group, he explained, "These are all the project proposals she's written since she started."
“Summer Wilson. Just two?”
"Including the one she's currently working on, three in total." The team leader was nearly at wit's end.
When Summer Wilson was placed in their department by the CEO's secretary, with instructions to guide her well, he had truly tried his best. But some people just couldn’t be helped. She wasn't skilled nor did she bother to learn!
That's why today, when she was supposed to deliver her project proposal and was not prepared, he lost his temper.
Daphne didn't rush to conclusions. She opened the proposals and, upon seeing the content, couldn't help but frown.
‘How could she present such proposals? Even interns, after some guidance, could do better.’
Not wishing to be unjust, Daphne inquired about the girl's salary. Upon hearing the figure of twenty thousand, Daphne felt like firing not just the girl but whoever backed her as well. Not to mention twenty thousand, even two thousand seemed a waste.
"Go to the finance department to settle your salary and leave the company," Daphne said, not willing to waste more time on the matter.
The team leader was speechless. The others gasped in astonishment.
Everyone looked at Daphne with subtle surprise, as if they hadn't expected her to swiftly make that decision.
"Are you serious about that?" the team leader wondered, pleased internally but also worried it might bring trouble for Daphne.
Daphne's indifferent reply sealed the deal: "Yes, she’s fired. The company has no room for idlers."
"You are just a lowly investment advisor. What gives you the right to fire me?" Summer challenged, her brows knitting together as her eyes locked onto the contract in Daphne's grasp, emblazoned with the words "Investment Advisor," "Just wait till I tell my dad. You won't last another day here."
Daphne couldn't help but chuckle.
She was genuinely curious about who Summer's influential father was, the one responsible for inviting such trouble into Murphy Group.
"Bring him on," Daphne said with a smirk. "I'll be in Conference Room Three."
"I'll make you regret this!" Summer threatened her and stormed off.
Despite her mother's warnings not to cause a stir for Mr. Murphy, trouble had come knocking at her door. A little act of vulnerability, a few tears, and she was certain Mr. Murphy would take her side.
Observing the ordeal, the team leader was anxious.
She worried that Daphne might be in over her head and feared the backlash that might follow.
"Focus on your work; I'll handle this," Daphne reassured them before heading off.
Her initial plan was to wait in Conference Room Three.
But considering the CEO's office was also on this floor, she decided first to drop by and consult her cousin, better equipping herself to manage the situation later.
Upon reaching the CEO's door, she knocked and, hearing a voice inside grant permission, gently pushed the door open.
Gavin was immersed in his work, barely looking up as he muttered, "What's up?"
"Have we hired any management named Wilson in the last two years?" Daphne casually inquired after closing the door.
Two years ago, there was no one by that name in an executive position.
At her question, Gavin's pen halted mid-air, and he seemed to freeze for a moment.
In disbelief, he lifted his gaze sharply to the source of the voice. He recognized her, and his eyes lit up with intense surprise as he exclaimed, "Daffy?!"
"Gavin," Daphne greeted him with a subtle smile.
"You little rascal, where have you been these last two years?" Gavin stood and enveloped her in a hug, the affection for his cousin was obvious. "Idling around while dumping the company on me."
"Just took a little trip to Ivrea City," Daphne replied, always more at ease among the family.
Gavin released her and lightly tapped her forehead. "Silly girl!"
Daphne rubbed the spot where he had poked.
True, two years passes by in a blink of an eye.
After exchanging pleasantries and catching up, Gavin finally remembered her initial question. "Right, didn't you ask me something when you came in?"
"About any executives named Wilson."
"Wilson? Doesn't ring a bell."
"No?" Daphne mused, puzzled. Could Summer be using her mother's name?
"Yeah," Gavin said, concern evident in his expression. "What about it?"
"Nothing. I've got to fire someone later, and I doubt Mr. Murphy will object," Daphne said with a playful raise of her eyebrows, her tone tinged with jest.
"I always listen to Daffy," Gavin replied, flicking her forehead as he had done since childhood.
No matter how grown she was, in his eyes, she remained the same little clumsy girl from back in the day.
Assured by his response, Daphne told him she'd come back for him later and headed for conference room three to wait.
After she left, Gavin's mind raced as he pondered the top ranks of the Wentworth company. Suddenly, it hit him; he thought of someone. It couldn't be that person Daffy was running into, could it? Just considering the possibility caused a flutter of anxiety in his chest.
His mind was in turmoil. He hesitated to step in, wary of encountering Daffy's fierce side when she was upset.
Forget it! He decided to wait and see what happens next.
Daphne waited patiently in the conference room. Around noon, she heard voices outside the door, followed by the voice of Summer: “Dad, that woman who wants to fire me is in there. She told you to come find her."
Murphy didn’t respond. Did she call him Dad?
He frowned, mulling over his words, but remained silent. Technically, he did have a quasi-paternal role in her life. He had little interest in dealing with such matters, especially since Daphne and Lydia, his daughters, had never needed him to demonstrate his authority.
This was a new experience for him, which made him somewhat uncomfortable. Yet, amidst his mixed emotions, Murphy adopted his CEO demeanor, ready to have a serious talk regardless of who was in that room.
His daughter Summer lacked experience, and her mother wanted her to toughen up, so he reluctantly placed her in the planning department. His reputation would normally grant some leeway to others, surely not leading to dismissal.
With a knowing glance at him, Summer opened the conference room door, secretly relishing the thought of making Daphne look like a fool.
As the door swung open, Daphne looked up from the contract she was examining.
Murphy desired to see who was it that was troubling Summer, and Daphne wanted to know who had indulged Summer and allowed a troublemaker into the company.
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