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Divorce Reboot: Finding My Perfect Man

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Chapter 653

"Stop right there." Manager Sullivan raised a hand, cutting Sarah off. "Miss Sanders, you can twist a story all you

want, but you don't get to throw around accusations like that. Damaging company property? That's a serious

charge-l won't stand for it. I've worked at this factory for years, always by the book. You really think I'd sabotage

the company's equipment?"

Sarah didn't reply right away, but Mr. Lambert stepped forward, his tone sharp. "So you're saying you had no

idea this happened? That Charlie made it all up to fryou?"

Manager Sullivan nodded eagerly, latching onto the narrative. "Exactly! Charlie's got a long history in this

factory. Always looking for shortcuts, always stirring up trouble. He's hatedfor years. I've been trying to fire

him forever. It makes perfect sense that he'd want revenge. That man's a mess-gambling, drinking, drugs-you

nit. He's up to his neck in debt. He beggedfor money and | said no. So now he's spinning lies to take me

down? Please."

Sarah stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing—a cold, scornful sound.

"You really think anyone's gonna buy that load of crap?" she asked, eyes full of mockery. "Don't kid yourself."

Manager Sullivan straightened up, his tone turning arrogant again. "Believe it or not, you don't have the

authority to suspend me. You're not even part of the company hierarchy. It was late Mr. Sanders who gave me

this position and even Melvin Sanders has to showsrespect."

Sarah's expression didn't change. She calmly turned her tablet toward him and tapped to open an email. "Guess

| forgot to mention," she said coolly, "the suspension notice didn't cfrom me. It cfrom HQ. Direct order

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Manager Sullivan stared at the screen, blinking rapidly. His hands shook slightly as he held the tablet.

"Why?" he croaked. "On what grounds?"

"Destruction of company property," Sarah replied. "That's reason enough."

Manager Sullivan's mouth moved, but no sound cout. Finally, he muttered, "No... no way. Madam... she'd

never let this happen..."

Sarah's eyes sharpened. "Madam? What Madam are you talking about, Manager Sullivan?"

His face turned ghost white. He shook his head, backpedaling instantly. "You- you heard wrong. | didn't say

‘Madam.’ | meant President Sanders. He wouldn't do this to me."

Sarah ignored him and turned to Lambert. "As of today, Manager Sullivan is officially suspended. Mr. Lambert will

oversee all factory operations until further notice. Handle the transition."

Manager Sullivan's eyes flared. "No! | need to make a call. Givefive minutes -I need to confirm this myself."

Before either of them could respond, he bolted out of the office and ran straight to his own. Hands trembling, he

snatched up his phone and dialed a number he'd never saved under a njust a string of digits burned into

memory.

It rang for a long tbefore someone finally picked up.

"Madam!" he cried. "They've suspended me!"

The voice on the other end was calm, almost bored. "Why are you panicking? It's just a suspension. You haven't

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"No buts," she cut him off sharply. "Hang up. Hand over your current tasks, then go hand wait for further

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He clutched the phone like a lifeline, his knuckles white. "You'll protect me... right?"

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