I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 198

She wouldn’t dare answer her phone in the middle of a meeting, especially since Jareth had a strict rule against it. She quickly silenced her phone and tossed it onto the sofa.

When Niamh didn’t pick up, Cormac gave up and reluctantly rejoined the video call, his face a dark mask of anger.

As soon as he appeared, Jareth spoke. “Mr. Hume, I’ve decided to put you in charge of overseeing our sales channels in Africa. Do you have any objections?”

“Mr. Bragg, didn’t you say Garrett was handling the Africa expansion? Why the sudden change?” Cormac demanded.

“You’ve been there on inspection trips several times, Mr. Hume. You understand the local culture and customs better than anyone else in the company. I believe you are the most suitable candidate,” Jareth explained coolly.

“Is this negotiable?” Cormac asked, struggling to keep his anger in check.

“No.” Jareth’s tone was absolute. No one in the company dared to question his decisions, and Cormac was no exception.

“And what if I refuse to go, Mr. Bragg?”

He absolutely would not go to Africa now. That project would take at least a year or two to complete. Niamh had just reappeared in his life, and he wasn’t going to miss his chance with her again.

“You can choose not to go,” Jareth said without a hint of warmth. “But you’ll have to resign.”

Cormac had been an outstanding performer for years, and his contributions to the company’s growth were immense, but business was business. An employee who refused to follow orders, no matter how talented, was one Jareth would rather do without.

“Fine,” Cormac said, his decision as swift as Jareth’s. “I quit.”

Niamh sat by, watching the confrontation unfold, unsure what to do. It wasn’t her place as a junior assistant to intervene, was it?

Although she disliked Cormac and wanted nothing to do with him, she didn’t wish for him to lose his job. He had worked at the company for years, and finding another position with the same benefits wouldn’t be easy.

Niamh’s jaw dropped. A million dollars a year! That was an incredible salary. For a second, she thought, “Mr. Bragg, send me!”

If it weren’t for her four little anchors at home, she would have seriously considered it.

“Is something wrong, Ms. Lynn? Don’t tell me you want to go?” Jareth caught her envious expression and asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“No, no, not at all! You’re mistaken, Mr. Bragg,” Niamh said, waving her hands dismissively, her face flushing with embarrassment.

“Let’s continue the meeting,” Jareth announced.

The video conference lasted for two full hours. Niamh had to admit, Jareth was incredibly handsome when he was focused on work. Every word he spoke carried an undeniable authority that commanded respect. The only problem was his temper. Anyone who failed to meet his standards was ruthlessly chewed out.