Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Blair was at a loss for words. ‘Wesley doesn’t want me to work here?

Why?*

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. ‘Did he talk to Joslyn?

Did she tell him what I told her?’

That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

“Hi, Blair. Chief brought us here to back you up. What a caring boyfriend, huh? We can help you pack,” Talbot said in a cheerful voice.

“Boyfriend?’ Blair shook her head.

“No, no. Thank you.” Yes, she wanted to quit. But not like this. This was way too ostentatious. She wanted her resignation to be a quiet affair.

Wesley cast a warning glance at Talbot. He looked around the company then fished out his phone and called someone. Apparently, the call went through, because Wesley said, “The Jameson Group’s building needs a fire safety check. The emergency escape route is blocked. There’s not an extinguisher to be found in the translation department. And I heard that the department manager squeezed the employees and deducted their bonuses illegally…”

Blair was shocked to hear what he was saying. She wanted to stop him but it was already too Late. Before she could say a thing, he hung up.

Talbot and Bowman were monstrously efficient-her desk was all packed up.

By the time Filberta got there, Talbot and Bowman were carrying Blair’s belongings, about to leave. It was a wonder to behold, seeing her rush over in heels.

When Filberta saw them, especially Wesley, her eyes Lit up. She put on a sweet smile and asked in the softest voice, “May I ask what you’re doing?”

Wesley cast a cold glance at her.

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“Blair’s quitting. I’m here to pick her up. We’ll need a proper severance package including back pay. If you have a problem, ask Percy to call me. I’m Wesley, and I’ll be waiting for him.”

“So that’s Wesley! The crime-buster!’ The workers were all shocked.

Filberta’s smile froze on her face. ‘How does a man like him know

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“Blair, I’m afraid that’s against the rules. We need to do this through proper channels. First, the resignation process takes a month, so she can train her replacement…”

Fury lived in Wesley’s eyes. He tried to suppress his anger and said in a firm voice, “The execs withhold bonuses and make their employees do things outside their job descriptions. Now you’re talking about rules?

Looks to me like the Jameson Group only cares about rules when the higher-ups benefit.”

Filberta was so embarrassed the rest of her face now matched the red of her lipstick. But then, panic took over, and she went sheet white. This looked bad, and the fallout could be unimaginable. She stared at

Wesley’s rank insignia, and didn’t say another word.

The office was once again deathly silent. Before long, a group of execs came over quickly, led by Percy.

Percy flashed a broad smile when he saw Wesley.