NovelStartThe next morning, at R-Alan Group.
In a light gray shirt and white pants, Catherine looked tall and confident.
As soon as she cto the company, she went into the design department.
It was almost eight o'clock, and half of the desks were still empty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCatherine's face darkened. She thought, “Do these people always get here at the last moment? That's so slack! The working atmosphere here was so much worse than that of the Marsh Group!” Having been in R-Alan for a while, Catherine found that the people here had little enthusiasm about work. They were undisciplined like retired people who were working for fun. No vigor of youth could be seen on them.
As a workaholic, Catherine hated this kind of atmosphere.
During the ten minutes she waited, she raised her wrist to check the tcountless times. At the last minute, the designers rushed in! "Ms. Collins." "Ms. Collins, good morning." Although they didn’t like Catherine, on the surface, they had to be respectful to her. After all, she was the vice president.
Catherine didn't lose her temper because she couldn't change these people.
When everyone arrived, Catherine put down her arm around her chest, stood up straight, and said, "If anyone can submit the manuscript within 24 hours, | will personally award them 100,000!" Her tone was firm and her voice was clear. Everybody quieted down upon hearing this.
They all looked at Catherine in astonishment.
"Don't worry, everybody hears me." She went on saying, "I never broke my promises. | said 100, 000. | just want you guys to do your best, | won't ask for too much. | know very well about your abilities. Whoever wants to fool around will be fired at once.” After saying that, she turned and left. She didn’t want to hear people's nonsense.
The sound of her footsteps gradually disappeared. Yet people in the design department were still stunned there.
"Did | hear it right?" "100,000? Is she crazy?" Someone couldn't believe it, "We got so many people here. Does she want to be bankrupt?” “She must be out of her mind!" Someone analyzed calmly. "She's gotten anxious. She's here for revenge. Have you forgotten?" "Yes, the Marsh Group is about to release the products. How can she wait? We haven't even finished the draft.” Someone complained, "She is really annoying. She insisted on a four-piece set. Before she got here, we only need to design three or four pieces of work each season." "How far have you guys going?" Someone looked around, "How many pieces have you designed?" "I've made three." “Shere.” “I've got two but | think | know what to do with the earrings and necklace. I'm making the draft today.” “So, we'll definitely get the money, right? Can we hand in four pieces?" "Sure, if we work a little bit more after work. But who knows if she would admit what she’s said by that time.” “She will.” “She has to!” “We all heard it!” “We are not fools!” “But this is our job.” Someone was timid.
“She made the promise!” “If she breaks it, how is she going to stay in the group?” "Hurry up! “Let's get started!” “Our boss won't reward us every day.” In the large office of the design department, everyone put themselves to work.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the morning, at the Marsh Group.
Finnley had insomnia last night. After having swine, he finally got ssleep.
When he passed by Jennifer's office, he peered inside and saw Mya, in a yellow skirt, sitting at her desk, typing something on the computer.
Looking at her from afar, Finnley felt relieved. He couldn't help smiling.
He entered his office. His smile deepened when he saw a bottle of banana milk and a cake on his desk.
Did Mya send him this breakfast?
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