Chapter 462 Conference Room Turmoil
Daryl nodded quickly. "Yeah, your assistant already told me."
"So, if you know, what's up with this person? Why's she here?"
Maeve shot a glance at Lauren, clearly annoyed. Lauren felt confused. This was supposed to be her first meeting with Maeve, so why did Maeve seem to dislike her so much?
Later, Lauren would learn that Maeve was vain about her looks and always looked down on others.
Seeing a woman more attractive than herself triggered her jealousy, something Lauren might never fully understand.
When Daryl entered the conference room, the first person he noticed was Lauren.
Though she was stunning, he couldn't recall seeing her around the company, suggesting she wasn't someone important.
With that thought, Daryl raised his voice. "Hey, you over there! What's your name? Why are you here? Don't you know this conference room has been converted into Ms. Harrington's private lounge?"
"Sorry, I didn't know. This is Robinson Conglomerate's conference room. Why would it be someone else's lounge? Mr. Fields, are you abusing your power?"
Daryl's face turned pale with anger. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you know who Ms. Harrington is? Our design department went to great lengths to bring her here. She's not someone you can afford to offend."
"Design department?" Lauren chuckled. "I heard Robinson Conglomerate is venturing into home design. Is Ms. Harrington your new talent? If so, Mr. Fields, your judgment is quite poor."
Lauren had her own pride in home design.
As the first domestic designer to win the Best Newcomer Award at the International Architecture Design Competition, she feared no one in her field.
Daryl's expression darkened.
He had heard about Maeve's temper, and now she was being insulted to her face.
Before he could turn to see Maeve's reaction, he heard the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Maeve grabbed her bag from the table, her expression cold. "It seems your company isn't sincere about hiring me. In that case, find someone else."
She turned to leave.
Daryl quickly blocked her path, smiling obsequiously. "Ms. Harrington, please don't be angry over someone like her. She's just a low-level employee, nothing compared to you. How about I have her apologize to you?"
Maeve had no intention of leaving.
The opportunity to work with Robinson Conglomerate was rare, even for a moderately famous home designer like her.
Besides, she had other motives.
She had heard the young CEO of Robinson Conglomerate was wealthy and capable.
If she could win his favor, her future would be secure.
Seeing Daryl's sincerity, she relented. "Alright, I'll give you a chance. Have that employee apologize to me. If I'm satisfied, I won't hold this against her."
Maeve pretended to be magnanimous, thinking she was doing Lauren a favor.
Daryl sighed in relief, but when he turned around, he saw Lauren still standing there, unmoved.
His voice filled with anger. "Why are you standing there like a statue? Hurry up and apologize to Ms. Harrington, or you'll be fired!"
Lauren remained still, a faint smile on her face. "Are you sure you want me to apologize to that woman, Mr. Fields? Think carefully. Sometimes, people have to pay for their mistakes."
"What do you mean?" Daryl squinted, uneasy. "Is this woman a high-ranking official at Robinson Conglomerate?"
But that was impossible. He had met all the high-ranking officials, and there were no women among them. She must be bluffing to avoid being fired.
Feeling emboldened, Daryl continued in a commanding tone. "Stop trying to scare me. If you really have that kind of pull, call the boss's personal secretary. If you can get him here, I'll apologize to you."
His words were arrogant, and Lauren's gaze grew more amused. "Daryl, don't regret your words later. Make sure you keep your promise."
Lauren took out her phone and quickly dialed Felix. Felix was still handling her onboarding paperwork in the HR department, the background noise evident. "Mrs. Robinson, what's up?"
"Two people barged into the conference room and are trying to kick me out. One named Daryl wants me to apologize to a woman. Can you come handle this, Felix?"
Lauren made sure to speak the last few sentences loudly and clearly, watching Daryl's face pale with fear.
Felix frowned. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson. I should have anticipated this. Stay put, I'll be right there."
He quickly informed the HR staff and rushed to the conference room. If Quentin found out Lauren was being harassed, it wouldn't be a simple matter to resolve.
After hanging up, Lauren looked at Daryl. "Felix is on his way. I hope you keep your word, Daryl."
Impossible. Daryl's pupils contracted in fear. "How could you know Felix? Who are you?"
Maeve, feeling ignored, huffed. "Mr. Fields, do you believe her? Just because she says she called Felix doesn't mean she did. She's probably lying."
Lauren glanced at her indifferently. "You'll find out if I'm lying when Felix gets here."
The wait felt long, and Maeve grew impatient.
"You really are a compulsive liar. It's been so long, and Felix still isn't here. Mr. Fields, I told you she's lying. We should just kick her out."
Daryl hesitated. As he pondered, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open with force, accompanied by a deep voice. "Who are you trying to kick out?"
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