Chapter 12

Alyssa shot Sean a look, and the latter responded by opening the door.

"Ms. Alyssa! Ms. Alyssa!" Michael Grant, who had gotten into trouble yesterday, barged in through the door so quickly that Sean failed to hold him back.

Alyssa frowned at the man who threw himself at her desk. "What are you doing here, Mr. Grant? I've approved your resignation. You're free to seek employment elsewhere."

"This isn't fair, Ms. Alyssa! I've been working at this hotel for nearly two decades! I've given my all to this job and even gotten sick from it. Not even Mr. Taylor would do this to me. How could you fire me just like that?" Michael was sweating buckets as he yelled at her, red-faced.

"I've read through the particulars of every hotel executive. You're indeed ill with fatty liver and gallbladder polyps. Looks to me like the hotel is really profitable." Her smile was cold.

Michael trembled when he picked up on the sarcasm in her words. "I had no idea that … that Elysian sold our hotel low-qualit