Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 773

Summer's grip tightened around the insulated pot, her knuckles turning white.

Hugo looked away from her, picked up the landline on his desk, and dialed the HR extension.

"Process Wanda Green's termination. As soon as possible." His voice remained calm, but it carried an authority that left no room for argument.

The person on the other end hesitated for a moment before quickly agreeing.

After hanging up, Hugo turned his gaze back to Summer.

She went rigid. She had never expected Hugo to fire the woman outright after hearing only a few words.

"Hugo, you... You've got it wrong. Your secretary has nothing to do with me. I really did just happen to run into Miss Hutton..."

Hugo listened with complete indifference, as though the matter had nothing to do with him. "If you have nothing to do with each other, then firing her has even less to do with you."

His response left Summer speechless. She stood frozen, unable to move forward or retreat, her face alternating between flushed red and deathly pale.

She swallowed her frustration again and again. Finally, she stamped her foot, set the insulated pot on the coffee table with a thud, and stormed out of the office.

The sharp click of her high heels echoed through the corridor as she hurried toward the elevators.

Once outside the Jillson Group, Summer climbed into her car and pulled out her phone.

The instant the call connected, every grievance came pouring out. "Mom! Hugo is firing that secretary! You have to do something, fast!"

"Secretary?" Her mother sounded confused. "Wanda, the one we just bribed?"

"Her? How did Hugo find out?"

"How would I know?" Summer snapped, both furious and flustered. "He was so harsh with me. He called HR right in front of me and told them to process her termination. He didn't give me any face at all..."

"Where are you right now?" her mother asked.

"All right. Come home. Don't just stand around out there." Her mother's tone carried a trace of helplessness, but she offered no further criticism.

Summer ended the call, tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, and started the car.

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On the top floor of the Jillson Group, Hugo stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the pink sedan merge onto the main road and gradually disappear into the distance.

He took out his phone and looked at Diana's message once more. His finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds before he typed a single reply.

Hugo: [Diana, it's handled. This won't happen again.]

After sending the message, he set the phone on his desk.

Outside, snow had begun to fall again without anyone noticing. Fresh flakes drifted onto the blanket of white already covering the ground, deepening it little by little.