The Nightingales
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-01-15 22:39:51

Jonathan drove home in silence, a tight knot forming in his chest.

He couldn't help but feel beaten by Barry. He hated it. He hated this feeling of defeat.

The moment he walked through the door of his luxurious home, he met Ingrid waiting for him in the living room with her arms crossed.

“Jonathan,” Ingrid called, tapping her show on the floor. “You're home early. Did you take care of that bastard?”

Jonathan looked around to find Betty and Laura seated on the sofa, staring earnestly at him.

“Well, say something, dad,” Betty said, her gaze vengeful. “Did you crush that worm?”

Jonathan’s face was pale as he dropped his briefcase near the door.

He loosened his tie and collapsed onto the couch, running a trembling hand through his hair.

“I’ve been fired,” he muttered.

Everyone stiffened in shock at Jonathan's statement. It came like a bomb out of nowhere.

“What?” Ingrid exclaimed, her eyes growing bigger. “Fired? What do you mean, fired? You’re the CEO!”

Jonathan clenched his f
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