Undercover Boss Calls For Change のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

"Everyone, come take a look! Stop whatever you're doing and come see this!"The man dragged me all the way from the elevator to the main office floor, pitching his voice loud on purpose."This new hire just started today, and he's already trying to claw his way up by trading on his looks! In the elevator just now, right in front of me, he had the nerve to press himself against my wife!"Over a hundred employees stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look.The man's wife stood beside him, her face drained of color, stammering out a defense. "Honey, it really wasn't like that. He was only helping me...""Shut your mouth!" The man shoved her hard. She stumbled back into a desk and didn't dare say another word.The coworkers around us started pointing and whispering, their eyes full of contempt and the eager anticipation of watching a scene unfold."Isn't that Brett Sandler? The new guy picked the wrong guy to mess with.""Exactly. Everyone knows Brett runs this pla

Faced with the stamped transfer order I'd thrown down, Ms. Barrymore froze for a moment, her eyes locked on the seal on the page. Her expression shifted."Bullshit!"She snatched the document off the desk, didn't even bother reading it, and ripped it clean in half with both hands before hurling it at my chest."You think a piece of paper forged at some street corner print shop makes you the new president?" She jabbed a finger under my nose, laughing hysterically."Take a good look at yourself first. You think the chairman's son would wear a twenty-dollar knockoff like that? You think I was born yesterday?"Seeing his opening, Brett immediately turned to whip up the crowd. "You all heard that! This guy isn't just a con artist, he's out of his mind! Forging an official document is a felony!"He spun around, yanked his wife out from where she'd been hiding behind the crowd, and shoved her forward. "Melanie! Tell everyone, right in front of Ms. Barrymore, exactly what happened in tha

Preston's roar cracked through the office like thunder out of a clear sky.Dead silence fell. You could have heard a pin drop.Everyone froze in place, as if someone had hit pause on the whole room.Ms. Barrymore's fawning smile vanished instantly. Her whole body gave a violent shudder."P-Preston, what are you talking about?" She rushed toward him, sweat pouring down her face, her voice trembling as she made one last attempt to salvage the situation. "Mr. Griffin? There was a con man here earlier, but we've already...""Con man?!" Preston straightened up and seized her by the collar, yanking her off balance.He was normally a composed, meticulous man, but now his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body shook with rage."Are you blind?! What you tore up and left scattered on this floor is the original document, stamped with the chairman's private seal! That was the highest-level transfer order headquarters could issue! I'll ask you one last time. Where is the president?!"The w

Brett screamed and curled up on the floor, clutching his leg.Melanie had gone completely feral. She kept swinging the chair down on the two of them again and again, and the strength her fury unleashed was staggering.Ms. Barrymore was beaten bloody, and Brett's expensive suit was shredded to rags. The two of them crawled across the floor like dogs, trying to escape, their wails and pleas for mercy filling the room.Blood spattered across the carpet.The employees around us screamed and scattered out of the way, but not a single one stepped in to pull her off.I stood about two yards back, hands in my pockets, watching this dogfight of a spectacle with cold detachment. Watching them tear into each other, making complete fools of themselves, I didn't feel a shred of sympathy.Only once Ms. Barrymore was barely breathing and Brett was bleeding from the head did I finally give the security guards a look. As if snapping out of a trance, they rushed in, wrestled the raging Melanie dow

"Victoria and Brett have both been arrested. The evidence of their embezzlement and their affair is out in the open now."You're not spineless. You didn't do anything wrong. The blame lies with them, with that whole rotten management team."Weston stared blankly at the stamped document, and for the first time, real feeling broke through the dead look in his eyes.The fingers holding his cigarette trembled slightly. He took the document, then abruptly turned his back to me, his shoulders drawn tight. He didn't cry out loud. He just wiped hard at his reddened eyes with the back of a rough hand, drew in a deep breath, swallowed down every ounce of resentment and injustice, and said, his voice hoarse but steady, "Mr. Griffin, thank you. I've been waiting a long time for this."I walked over and clapped him firmly on the shoulder.Over the next two days, I didn't rest. I combed through every rundown neighborhood and outlying district in the city.I found Joel Ellison, the designer,