Like a crushed cigarette, the hearts of everyone in the office were shattered and strewn about.
Alan Morgan could only lant, thinking, Boss, just tell , how many slashes are you going to take at ? Can’t you just get it over with?
Maxwell Peary continued to sit there, exuding an icy mood, his eagle-like gaze falling on Alan Morgan.
"CEO, today’s incidents are due to my incompetence," he admitted.
He had stood there but failed to prevent the situation from escalating.
He had allowed his sister-in-law to be wronged. He should’ve given his boss the chance to play hero at the very first sign of trouble, but he didn’t.
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow, coldly scanning all the people present.
"We’ll have a eting in ten minutes."
He waved them all out with a sweeping gesture.
"Alan Morgan, you stay."
Alan Morgan’s back stiffened. Watching as everyone left and the door swung open, he wished he could disappear through the crack.
He was left behind alone! This was frightening. Was the boss finally going to take action?
"Boss?"
After everyone else had left, silence returned to the office, and he could hear his own heart pounding.
"The gown I had you order a few days ago, can it be picked up today?"
Alan Morgan was startled. He hadn’t expected Maxwell Peary to ask about this; it felt... too abrupt.
"Yes, it can be picked up today."
Maxwell Peary nodded. Good. Of course, he wouldn’t let Little Rabina wear sothing shabby to tomorrow’s banquet. When he saw Phoebe Walker’s invitation, he knew that even if he didn’t go, Nia Mitchell would definitely attend.
"Pick it up after work tonight, and then deliver it to the Royal Bay Villa."
Alan Morgan nodded, carefully committing the instruction to mory.
"I’ll let today’s matter slide, for now."
Nia Mitchell was right. There are so things, so paths, that she must walk herself. He wanted to protect her, but she yearned to take flight.
"You can go out first. Prepare for the eting in ten minutes."
Everyone in the Secretary Departnt watched the executives erging from the CEO Office.
They all had grim expressions; it seed they had been collectively reprimanded by the CEO.
One could imagine that CEO Peary’s mood was not good at all. If CEO Peary were to summon soone from the Secretary Departnt now... wouldn’t it an... they were dood!?
Everyone grew anxious, unable to focus on their work.
A few minutes later, Alan Morgan erged from the CEO Office, visibly relieved as if he had just let out a long-held breath.
However, the eting in ten minutes still lood, and it promised to be brutal for everyone.
Alan Morgan turned and went to the Secretary Departnt, his gaze falling on Phoebe Walker.
"You haven’t officially transferred to the Finance Departnt yet. First, compile the company’s data for this month. The CEO will need it for the eting in ten minutes."
Phoebe Walker nodded. Although she was annoyed that Alan Morgan had assigned this task to her, suspecting he was retaliating, there was nothing she could do. As he’d said, she wouldn’t officially transfer to the Finance Departnt until next Monday; for now, she was still a secretary. And as a secretary, she had to follow Alan Morgan’s instructions and do what a secretary was supposed to do. She was determined to complete this final task perfectly before her departure, leaving them all with nothing to say.
After Alan Morgan finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Shirley Grant.
"Shirley Grant, starting next Monday, Teams A and B of the Secretary Departnt will rge into a single team, and you will be in charge of it. Later, coordinate with Phoebe Walker for the handover of work responsibilities."
Shirley Grant was startled, her head snapping up. She couldn’t quite believe her ears. Hadn’t the Secretary Departnt always been divided into two teams? Why rge them suddenly? Was it because Phoebe Walker was leaving?
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