Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 412

Maja Pennyfeather leaned back in her chair, squinting her eyes.

"Are you ready for this?"

Tom quickly gathered his notes, then started his summary.

He was in his fifties that year, but his mind was still stuck in the past.

More accurately, most of those senior managers had followed Neil Pennyfeather from their beginning as a small company. Their mindset could no longer meet the needs of the Pennyfeather group.

After hearing those guys' opinions, Maja raised her eyes.

"We may not have any orders in the next six months. You guys have been in this industry for so many years, don't you have any other business connections?"

Even a small order would do.

But no one answered.

Maja had a deep understanding of those peoples’ capabilities.

They grew with the Pennyfeather group from a small company; their mentality had changed. They always treated the young ones with arrogance. Therefore, any innovative ideas from the youngsters in the Pennyfeather group would be vetoed by those old employees.

Neil was also on their side.

So, for all those years, the Pennyfeather group had kept its traditional business model.

She took a deep breath, "Tom, Matthew."

She named eight people in one breath, "I'll have HR discuss your severance pay. Considering the years you've worked at the Pennyfeather group, the amount I'll offer is double that of other companies."

Tom's eyes widened; he thought he heard wrong, and he immediately stood up.

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Maja called out to the outside, "Come in."

Soon, two lawyers walked in.

"These are my lawyers. If you have any complaints, you can talk to them directly. I guarantee the severance pay won't disappoint you."

She slowly stood up, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"Actually, what you guys have done over the years is enough for me to sue you. But considering you all are old friends of my Dad; I don't plan on doing that. I hope you understand the benefits and damages here. Whether to accept the compensation and resign or let me have the lawyers gather evidence and send you to jail; the decision is in your hands."

She picked up a file next to her, ready to leave, but the meeting room was already in an uproar.