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Chapter 425 There Must Be a Story to It It was so she could deal with them all at once.
With the existence of such records, it would be impossible for others to pressure her by saying that she would disappoint older employees.
Sveterans in the workplace looked down on Wynter's background and wanted to manipulate her.
They were simple-minded, believing that a person brought back from a rural area would be incapable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey never thought they'd be fired by a young lady. When they were dragged outside, it was too late for them to do anything.
Once again, Benson witnessed Wynter's ruthlessness. It sent chills down his spine.
Unfortunately, Wynter told him to stand by and watch during the meeting. It was more agonizing to watch than having her fire him.
"Mr. Reilly." After the meeting ended, Wynter suddenly called him.
"Stay for a while." Benson was terrified.
Wynter didn't dance around the issue and tossed him a photo of the parking lot. "Take a look. Does this look familiar?" Benson studied it intently before a look of horror cover his face. "Ms. Quinnell, please believe me! I have nothing to do with this. I didn't know!" "You didn't know?" With one of her hands resting on the table, Wynter appeared beautiful and indifferent. "You've always been in charge of guest relations. Guests have repeatedly stated that during their stays on the second floor of the west wing, they would hear strange noises at night and constantly feel uneasy about that place.
"Why are comments like these deleted by the guest relations department?" she questioned.
Benson broke out in a cold sweat. "I-I..." "Mr. Reilly, I don't have much patience." Fiddling with her pen, Wynter leaned forward. "Do you want to serve tas well?" Benson was close to tears. “Our hotel has a tradition of removing negative reviews. The last manager did it as well. He said that if such information spreads, it will affect the occupancy rate. I was simply following the tradition." "The last manager? Who is he?" Wynter cut straight to the point.
Benson shook his head. "He left. I'm not sure where he's gone exactly." As Benson spoke, he observed Wynter's eyes, afraid of offending her. "Right! My aunt might know him! Why don't you ask Aunt Fiona, Ms. Quinnell?" Wynter raised her brow, her eyes glinting with a newfound interest.
"Speaking of your aunt, what relationship does she have with Naomi?" Benson was confused by that question. "Aunt Fiona has always been the Quinnell family's housekeeper. After Ms. Naomi came, she was assigned to Ms. Naomi. They have an employer -employee relationship." "Your aunt was with the Quinnell family before Naomi was taken in?" Wynter's eyes darkened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBenson nodded. "Yeah. Others might not know about this if you ask them, Ms. Quinnell, but I do. Aunt Fiona even attended to your mother at first. Later, for sreason, she transferred her away. It might have been because she fed Mrs. Quinnell fish stew when she was pregnant, and Mrs. Quinnell didn't like that." With Wynter's understanding of her mother, Marie would not transfer a housekeeper away over fish stew.
There must be a story to it.
However, her mother had just gotten her soul back and wasn't stable yet. It wasn't wasn't good for her to think about the past.
Fiona had stayed with the Quinnell family for too long. Long enough that et Wynter should keep an eye on her.
Fiona had been so protective of Naomi. Wynter wondered if it was simply because Naomi's adoption would boost her status. As Wynter was lost in her thoughts, her phone's special ringtone sounded.
"Quinnell the Rich, order incoming! Quinnell the Rich, order..." It was Abel.