From Pit to Palace: Charlie Emerged

Chapter 10: You're fired!

Chapter 10

Back then, in his office after Charlie had left, Donald remembered he had ordered the security guards not to allow anyone to get to where he was because he was busy. And knowing how serious the security guards were with their duties, Donald knew something might be wrong downstairs.

Because if Charlie could get himself to his office, it only meant one thing, and that is, he forced his way here, and the security guards wouldn't take it with him.

Not just that, Donald remembered he forgot to give Charlie something so he quickly made his way to the next elevator to catch up with him.

However, upon getting downstairs, his forehead broke with cold sweat when he saw Sarah slapping Charlie. The young master. The new chairman.

How dare she!

Sarah, unaware of what was happening, marched forward and arrogantly started, “Mr. Donald, thank God, you're here! Could you believe this poor brat here humiliates me in front of everyone here?”

“Then?” Donald interrupted, expressionless.

Sarah was taken aback by the question, but she composed herself and replied. “That's why I'm teaching him a lesson of his life before the security guards take over.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Three unstoppable slaps spread across her face without mercy. Her head snapped to the other side, then later, and lastly the previous.

It was hard. Hurt. And painful.

Saliva burst out of her mouth, her hand clutching her cheeks.

Everyone, including the receptionist and the security guards, was taken aback.

“Mr. Donald, you slapped me? Why?” Sarah stammered, her eyes filled with disbelief. She couldn't believe her eyes.

“I will get back to you, nonsense!” Donald rushed forward, bowing at Charlie's feet. “Young master, I-I'm sorry. This is all my fault. If I had escorted you, this wouldn't have happened. That arrogant fool wouldn't have laid her filthy hand on you. Please, show mercy,” he whimpered.

Gasps filled the faces. Eyes turning to look at each other in astonishment.

Sarah stared, puzzled, her hand still clutched on her hot cheeks.

Donald continued. “Anything to be done to obtain your mercy, young master. Please, say it and it'll be done as long as your mercy will be obtained.” He continued to beg.

The whole thing was becoming real to Charlie. The way Donald was literally crying at his feet, begging for his mercy, was something no wealthy man would do.

Charlie found himself discreetly smirking in the midst of the pain on his cheek. It was real. And now, he can make decisions. He's in control.

But then, the arrogant receptionist stepped forward, her face burning with rage. “Mr. Donald, what do you think you're doing? Bowing and apologising at this miserable guy's feet? You're belittling yourself!”

Smack!

A tight slap landed on her face, jolting her face sideways.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“You dare talk to me that way? You're fired! Back your things and leave! Now! No delays!”

The receptionist froze. “What? Fired?”

Donald nodded. “Yes! For insulting the new chairman of this group. Or you think you've got some nerve?”

“Chairman?”

A shocking wave ran through the faces of everyone. They stared, completely speechless.

Donald ignored their shocking expressions and roared at the security guards. “What are you still standing there, staring at? Or do you all also want to get fired? Get her and throw her out! This minute!”

They immediately charged toward the receptionist, pulled her up, her legs flying helplessly in the air while she let out a cry for help, eyes red with tears.

Working here was the greatest achievement ever which no one would dream of leaving.

Seeing the seriousness in everything, Sarah quickly ran forward and fell on her knees without a second thought. She does not need to think about anything because, since it was coming out of Donald's mouth, it's real.

Her lips trembled as she started to beg. “P—please, young master, forgive me. I never knew you were the new chairman, I swear. If I had known I wouldn't have acted that way toward you.”

This time, Charlie finally spoke up, his expression cold. “So, you only treat people well based on status or class, isn't that what you're implying?” He asked.

But before Sarah could respond, he glanced at Donald. “She isn't worthy of working here. Sack her,” he ordered with a calm, but cold voice.

“Noted, young master!” Donald turned to the security guard. “Take her out!”

Everyone couldn't help, but start retracting, their legs shaking with astonishment. They didn't want to get into trouble.

Workers quickly began to get back to work.

Seeing everywhere being cleared off in a few minutes, Donald said apologetically. “So sorry for such humiliation. I couldn't believe they could be so stupid as to act foolishly after all the training I had been giving them. My apologies.”

Charlie smiled faintly, composing himself. The pain on his cheeks had all gone and he just imagined how everything happened.

Just a word and his orders were followed with immediate effect.

“Wow, what a world with money and power?” He muttered to himself then glanced at Donald and responded, waving his hand. “It's fine.”

Donald took a deep, shaky breath, relieved that mercy had been obtained. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black card and handed it to Charlie. “That's an Amex black card, that is, American Express Centurion Black Card. It has no preset spending limit and there are exclusive benefits.”

Charlie was taken aback, but he reluctantly accepted it without question. He trusts everything to be real now. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, young master Charlie. And yeah, in case you need anything, anything at all, I'm just a call away.”

Without responding, Charlie started walking out of the place, his face beaming with endless joy.

But just then as he stepped out of the compound, his phone vibrated in his pocket and started to ring.

He pulled it out, but glancing at the caller ID, he frowned. However, he picked it, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”