CHAPTER 178: CHAPTER 179: PROMOTING NEWCOMERS

"Eric Johnson, you have the nerve to mention my father! How did you repay his kindness to you? Just because my father is good-tempered, does it mean you can do whatever you want?"

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"Do you think because your last name is Johnson, that makes you a part of the Johnson Family? Can you do anything you want at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory?"

Her father was a refined and gentlemanly businessman. In Sienna Johnson’s eyes, he was the perfect man. Yet this fool in front of her took advantage of her father’s kindness, treating it as license for his arrogance and recklessness. How could Sienna not be furious?

"You should have heard the saying, ’a new sovereign brings new courtiers,’ right? Now I, Sienna Johnson, am calling the shots, and I certainly don’t share my father’s good temper!"

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"Do you know how long you were late? If I didn’t know your house is only five minutes away from here, I would have thought you’d moved to the South Pole."

Sienna was angered by this fool. She should have been at home playing with Curly Baby, giving her a bubble bath, telling her stories... But her time was wasted waiting for this idiot!

"Stop hitting me! If you hit me again, I’m really going to file a complaint. All these people here are my witnesses! Sienna Johnson, I’m still your elder! You unfilial woman! Just you wait, I’m going to the matriarch to report you!"

"Elder? You?" Sienna’s foot, clad in black high heels, kicked him in the abdomen. Eric Johnson howled in pain, like a pig being slaughtered.

Sienna’s gaze swept over everyone in the conference room. Cold and intimidating, she asked, "Manager Johnson wants you to be his witnesses. Did any of you see me hit him?" With that, Sienna slammed her hand down on the table. The tempered glass tabletop cracked, and the pale-faced crowd involuntarily took a step back to distance themselves from her.

"Didn’t...didn’t see..." The crowd was terrified by Sienna’s fierceness.

Sienna’s temper sure was explosive. They couldn’t understand how the refined Dexter Johnson could have such a fierce daughter. They’d heard she was switched at birth and found later on, so they doubted whether this woman was truly Dexter Johnson’s daughter!

Sienna ignored Eric Johnson, who was lying on the floor groaning, and sunk into the deep black leather chair. Of course...everyone else remained standing.

"Speak, what the hell happened?" Sienna tried to calm herself and began to ask about the ins and outs of the situation.

It was already 9 o’clock at night, but the lights were still on in the Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory office. A young woman and more than a dozen men in suits were holding a meeting in the brightly lit conference room.

"President Johnson, we really didn’t discharge the wastewater into the river..."

The one speaking was a young man named Kenneth Brown. In a room full of people frightened by Sienna, he was the only one who dared to talk to her. His thoughts were clear, and his speech was steady. Sienna couldn’t help but be more impressed with him.

"If that’s the case, why did the Environmental Protection Bureau find evidence against us and seal up the factory?"

After some thought, Kenneth expressed his suspicions, "President Johnson, did you offend someone?"

Sienna looked at Kenneth in surprise and asked, "What makes you think that?"

"Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory has been operating in Sileria City for more than fifty years, and all the drugs produced are guaranteed to be of high quality. Three years ago, Chairman Johnson invested in importing a set of medical wastewater treatment equipment from Mousden. All medical wastewater undergoes processing, and the laboratory tests its quality daily. The water is discharged only after the quality is confirmed to be fine..."

Interrupting him, Sienna asked, "So why was the water quality monitoring column empty on the day the TV station came for an interview? And why wasn’t there any monitoring by the water purification worker on duty that night? He was even drinking alcohol. How do you manage your employees? Can employees come to work drunk?"

Glancing at the groaning man on the floor, Kenneth said, "The water purification worker that night, Finn, is a new employee and, more importantly, is Manager Johnson’s brother-in-law. Finn has a terrible work attitude..."

Everyone looked at Kenneth, thinking privately: it’s true that the young don’t fear veterans. He dared to say anything. If Eric Johnson were fired, it’d be fine, but if he continued as the manager of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, then Kenneth could only pack his things and leave.

Sienna, rubbing her aching temples, wished she could throw Eric Johnson, who was more of a hindrance than a help, into the sea to feed the fish.

"What’s your name?" Sienna asked.

"Kenneth Brown. Director of the Research and Development Department. I’ve been working at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory for five years. My team has developed many drugs in the past two years, and they have shown good results on the market. Currently, our team is testing a treatment for asthma. If human trials show no adverse reactions, it can be launched..."

Sienna had only asked for his name, yet he had volunteered so much more. She couldn’t help but take another look at him. Kenneth, however, remained composed and even offered her a smile when he noticed her gaze.

Sienna examined the man. His clothes weren’t branded, but they were clean and neat. His suit had no wrinkles. His face was firm, his eyes dark and bright. Sienna couldn’t help but feel a degree of approval for him. "Would you like to become the manager of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory?"

Kenneth’s eyes lit up, and without any hesitation or false modesty, he replied firmly, "President Johnson, I will definitely do a good job!"

Eric Johnson, who had been writhing on the ground just moments before, heard his managerial position was being snatched by a nobody. He sprang up from the floor and bellowed, "Kenneth Brown, who the hell do you think you are? A country bumpkin like you wants to be manager? Pah! In your dreams!"

The others in the room were too afraid to speak. They didn’t dare provoke Miss Johnson, remembering the ferocity she’d displayed when beating someone up earlier. However, Eric Johnson had lorded over the factory for so many years that his intimidating presence lingered, so no one stepped forward to intervene.

Sienna glanced at the doorway where Lucas Robertson was standing and ordered, "Lucas, throw this man out!"

"Yes!"

With no expression, Lucas walked in, grabbed the 200-pound Eric Johnson as if he were picking up a small dog.

"Sienna Johnson, I won’t let you get away with this! Just you wait, sooner or later, you’ll beg me to come back..." Sienna turned to see the beaten and swollen Eric Johnson, and sneered, "Alright, I’ll be waiting!"

The door slammed shut, and Eric Johnson was thus kicked out of the Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory by Sienna. The crowd looked at Sienna, and their eyes no longer held any contempt.