Chapter125 Why It Had to Be Daffy
Summer entered before him, her gaze fixed on Daphne with an unrestrained arrogance.
She pushed the door wider, announcing to the person outside, "Dad, it's her."
Once the words echoed throughout the room, Mr. Murphy's figure appeared in the conference room.
Daphne's eyes locked with his at the same moment he spotted her.
A jolt of shock coursed through Mr. Murphy's heart, his mind racing with an endless loop of decisions. Why was Daffy there? How had Summer managed to upset Daffy?
"Is this your father?" Daphne's grip on the corner of the contract tightened, yet her tone remained unchanged.
Mr. Murphy wanted to explain, but a single look from Daphne stopped him.
There it was… the same indifference, aloofness, and disdain that he had witnessed during their first unpleasant encounter.
Summer, oblivious to the tension, continued, "Yes."
"May I ask what position Mr. Wilson holds at Murphy Group?" Daphne treated him as a total stranger.
Murphy stiffened, realizing Daffy was holding a grudge: "My last name is Murphy, not Wilson."
Panic surged in him, a singular thought overwhelming his mind.
Daffy was angry.
Daffy was extremely furious!
And he knew that her reference to “Mr. Wilson” was her way of saying she no longer acknowledged him.
He had only one option now: Answer Daffy's questions and nothing more. Any extra word would infuriate her further.
"You don't even recognize my dad?" Summer's face showed disbelief, but in the presence of Murphy, she modulated her voice to something more appropriate, "He's the CEO of Murphy Group."
The mention of 'dad' hit a nerve, but Daphne's reaction was superbly concealed: "Is that so?"
"Summer, your mother and I aren't married yet, so it's better to call me Mr. Murphy for now." Murphy, knowing Daphne all too well, had noticed her subtle shift.
Summer's cheeks flared with embarrassment. She was mortified.
Aware that her casual address had been disrespectful, she mumbled with her head down, "Sorry, Mr. Murphy."
"Murphy Group is a place that values merit. I don't care if he's your dad or your uncle. Incompetent people will be shown the door," Daphne left no room for pleasantries, "We don't keep freeloaders here."
"Mr. Murphy..." Summer's face burned from the scolding.
With Mr. Murphy present, she couldn’t retaliate without ruining the good daughter image she had cultivated in front of him.
Murphy cleared his throat, anxiety flooding him, "Summer, leave us alone."
"All right."
Summer quietly excused herself. She did not dare to eavesdrop; she walked back to her seat confidently, acting as if nothing had happened.
The onlookers held their breath, instinctively keeping their distance from her. They had all seen it. The person who accompanied her to Conference Room Three was Murphy!!!
"No way... Could Summer know the CEO?" someone whispered.
"We're doomed. Isn't that young lady going to get fired? From what Summer said, it seemed like she was an investment advisor."
"Oh no!"
"This mess started because of me. If Mr. Murphy really intends to punish that girl, I'll step in and explain everything," the team leader said, sweating, completely unaware of how influential Summer's background was.
Sure, no one wanted to give up the high salaries and great benefits at the Murphy Group, but it wasn't right for someone else to take the fall for her!
Summer ignored their speculations. Not only did she want Mr. Murphy to deal with the overbearing woman but also for these people to see who had her back.
Compared to the buzz outside, Conference Room Three was much quieter.
Murphy, seated across from Daphne, was fidgeting like a child who had done something wrong.
"Daffy... It's not what you think," Murphy tried to clarify, not wanting her to misunderstand, "Summer's mother was worried about her finding a job, so I suggested she try out at the Murphy Group. I swear there was no nepotism."
"Three marketing plans in two months, one unfinished and two rejected, with a monthly salary of twenty thousand dollars," Daphne articulated, "You call that merit-based?"
Murphy stirred, visibly anxious.
He couldn't possibly tell her that he was involved with Summer's mother and was practically her stepfather. It was only natural for him to provide Summer with a job, given his position.
He knew all too well that if he confessed this, any chance of a relationship with Daphne might be forever ruined.
"Daffy..." He was at a loss for words.
"Fire her," she stated flatly, leaving no room for debate.
Murphy felt wronged but still tried to appease her, "The Murphy Group is a large firm. We can certainly afford to keep her."
"The Murphy Group has always hired and promoted based on merit," Daphne emphasized, angered by this principle being compromised, "Are you ruining that principle for your new daughter?"
"It's not like that!"
‘New daughter!’ He had only two cherished daughters, and that was it.
"If Summer were truly competent, I wouldn't have said a word," Daphne confessed earnestly. "But she's not only negligent and insincere but also threatens others with her status. Such a person has no place at Murphy Group."
"Huh?" Mr. Murphy looked baffled.
What Daphne described was nothing like the Summer he knew.
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "What? You don’t know about this?"
"From what I know, Summer might not be as sharp as you, but she's always been hardworking and straightforward," Murphy recalled. "The last time I saw her, she was..."
Daphne snapped the contract shut in her hand.
Realizing that Daphne might not want to hear this, he quickly got to the point, his tone growing more solemn. "I don't believe she's playing innocent in front of me."
Daphne hesitated, then blurted out without much thought: "Do you even believe what I’m saying?"
"You're my daughter. If I don't believe you, who else will I believe?" Mr. Murphy spoke with clarity. "Don't I know you after all these years as your father?"
Daphne always spoke her mind and never wronged anyone.
He understood her.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to Summer's mother about this," Murphy, acknowledging Daphne's stance and willing to preserve their relationship, took the initiative. "In a few days, I'll transfer Summer out for some training."
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