Chapter 333 Board Meeting
Quentin and Lauren then entered the conference room. All the shareholders and directors were already present, with Noah seated in the chairman's seat.
The only open seat was the one farthest from the chairman's spot, facing away from the window.
As Quentin walked in, the folks who never liked him made a show of coughing loudly.
"Well, look who it is. Isn't this a twist of fate?"
"Come on, Quentin was our former chairman. We should show some respect."
Lauren was fuming inside. These fair-weather friends were showing their true colors now that Quentin was down.
Quentin smirked and raised his voice, "How do a bunch of freeloaders have the nerve to act all high and mighty?"
The shareholders, feeling called out, naturally shot back to defend their so-called dignity.
Just as things were about to get heated, Noah, maybe on purpose, changed the subject.
"Lauren?" Noah looked genuinely surprised to see her.
"Even with Quentin in this state, you're still sticking by him? You two are a perfect match," Noah said.
"Noah, don't push it. Quentin trusted you, and this is how you repay him?" Lauren snapped, unable to hide her anger at Noah's smugness.
Noah straightened his collar and said coldly, "Miss Walker, please leave. We're discussing important company matters, and outsiders shouldn't be here."
She feared no one would support Quentin if she left. But Noah's words made Lauren back down.
"I'll wait for you outside," Lauren said, biting her lip, wanting to say more but holding back.
She knew Quentin well enough to understand that some things were better left unsaid.
"Okay," Quentin nodded, watching her leave.
Once the door closed, Quentin turned around, instantly slipping back into his usual stern and commanding demeanor.
Seeing this side of Quentin, the directors who had been mocking him suddenly went quiet, as if he were still the chairman.
Quentin had faced life and death; why would he care about this?
When Robinson Conglomerate first landed in his lap, he'd been hassled by the company members but had pushed through.
Quentin quickly made a name for himself in City A, strengthening Robinson Conglomerate and earning everyone's respect.
Ignoring the sarcastic remarks, he walked straight to the open seat and sat down calmly.
Seeing Quentin's calm demeanor, a lot of folks started feeling guilty, like they had wronged him.
It almost felt like Quentin might stand up any second and reveal this was all some elaborate prank.
Quentin was still the chairman in their minds, and the company was still Robinson Conglomerate.
Once Quentin took his seat, Noah got all serious and said, "Alright, I'm here to let you know that from today, this company is mine. It's no longer Robinson Conglomerate; it's now officially Martin Conglomerate."
Everyone clapped, congratulating Noah on becoming the new chairman.
"Congrats, Mr. Martin. I believe the company will soar to new heights under your leadership."
Noah just smiled and nodded, looking around the room.
"We look forward to working with you, Mr. Martin," they all chimed in.
Noah replied, "The success of the company today is all thanks to every one of you. As I step into this role, I count on your continued support and collaboration."
Noah, being smooth and shrewd, had a way with words that made it hard for anyone to dislike him.
This charm made Noah much more likable compared to the stern Quentin, making the atmosphere of welcoming Noah even more enthusiastic.
"Mr. Martin, what should we do about Quentin?" someone finally asked.
The room went dead silent.
The business world was unpredictable, and no one knew what might happen next or if the situation would change.
So, no one dared to offend Quentin or speak up.
"Good question," Noah said, clasping his hands under his chin, seriously considering it. "Technically, Quentin's shares are now all under my name, so he has no connection to this company. But since Quentin and I have been friends for years, I know this company is his life's work, and I can't bear to kick him out."
"Quentin," Noah continued, "how about you go to the marketing department and work in sales? Our conglomerate wouldn't thrive without these people in this position. Don't underestimate their importance."
Everyone was stunned to hear Noah assigning Quentin to the lowest position in sales.
They all knew selling was a challenging and demanding job, offering a modest base salary and relying heavily on performance and commissions for income.
Although Quentin had been a wealthy young master since childhood, he was highly capable, even an outstanding figure among his peers.
Assigning Quentin to sales was a waste of talent.
"This might be a bit inappropriate," one director whispered, "Quentin is quite talented."The person next to her quickly pinched her thigh as a reminder.
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