The office had been tidily arranged.
The bookshelves and sofa were moved back to their original positions, the floor lamp was dealt with, the water in the dispenser was changed, and even a new computer was set up.
Aside from a few missing items, it looked no different from when she first ca here.
Nora Scott leaned by the window, calling Boss Alex.
"You really know how to cause a stir." Boss Alex sighed. "The calls are coming in nonstop, my phone has been overwheld."
Nora Scott frowned, "Who’s complaining about ?"
"Plenty, too many to count."
"Why can’t they voice their opinions in person, instead of playing dirty?"
Boss Alex chuckled, "Will you listen?"
"No."
Nora Scott answered decisively.
"Previous Hall Masters have all been kind and easygoing. Are you trying to lead a rebellion and go to the other extre?" Boss Alex teased.
"I’m just a villain, a tyrant, a token leader," Nora Scott said slowly, gazing out the window, "I only know how to bully and impose authority, nothing else."
"Stop trying to set a persona for yourself."
"Hmph."
After comforting her with a few words, soothing her temper, Boss Alex switched gears and asked, "How do you plan to handle Amy Mansfield?"
Nora Scott was puzzled, "The matter’s settled, how to handle it?"
"Attacking the Hall Master severely violates the hall regulations. If you want to pursue it, you could expel her from Biel Hall," Boss Alex explained.
"She dares?"
"Probably got too worked up," Boss Alex said sincerely, "In terms of provoking people, I’ve never seen anyone better than you."
"..."
Nora Scott was montarily speechless.
Thinking to herself, even in front of her little master sister, she’s far from it.
After a brief pause, she slowly comnted, "Your Biel Hall is quite interesting, keeping up with modern tis and going international, yet sticking to old traditions and limiting human rights. What era is this? Can’t you change the old rules?"
"Years ago, Biel Hall was undergoing transformation, the old Hall Master was overwheld, couldn’t tend to these matters. Besides, he adhered to these rules for decades, never found fault with them."
"Can’t we change them now?" Nora Scott asked.
"We can."
"Then scrap them."
"It requires the Hall Master to lead and get consent from the elders." Boss Alex said unhurriedly, "The elders are aged and stubborn, not easily swayed."
"..." Nora Scott wasn’t foolish, quickly catching on, "Are you exploiting ?"
"You shouldn’t say it like that, you’re the Hall Master."
Boss Alex replied without rush.
Nora Scott was amused, "I was wondering, with my glorious exploits, how co I can’t suppress them? So you’ve been holding back intentionally in the hall, aiming to escalate the conflict, ideally getting a key figure to fight , making a big scene, then I’d be fed up with the old rules and abolish them at the first chance?"
Good guy.
Everything was planned step by step.
Being seen through, Boss Alex chuckled lightly, no longer denying it.
"In the hall, among those elders, the only one who can handle them is you. The ’violent suppression’ tactic is yours to master."
Pausing for a mont, Boss Alex continued, "The old generation in the hall is retiring, young people are the majority now, the previous rules don’t apply, and must be changed. Moreover, as the new Hall Master cos in, unless there’s a big commotion, they won’t concede."
Nora Scott squinted, "Killing two birds with one stone."
Boss Alex said, "Killing two birds with one stone."
...
Around eleven o’clock, Barton Mansfield knocked on the office door.
"Master Scott."
"Co in."
Nora Scott, who was browsing Biel Hall’s regulations on the computer, responded without lifting her head.
The next mont, Barton Mansfield pushed open the door, his expression solemn with a touch of respect.
This was a doer, without exchanging pleasantries, quickly broaching the subject of handling Amy Mansfield.
"Among the younger generation in Biel Hall, here are those who can assu Amy Mansfield’s position; the Hall Master can select from them."
Barton Mansfield first handed over a list, then continued, "As for Amy Mansfield, she’s served Biel Hall for many years, has worked hard despite lacking major achievents. I’d hope the Hall Master could show so leniency, find a local position for her—"
"Why bother finding one?"
Before Barton Mansfield finished, Nora Scott impatiently interrupted.
"..."
Barton Mansfield froze for a mont.
Is this her unwilling to let go of Amy Mansfield?
"Challenging the Hall Master, skills inferior, it’s ti for so education." Nora Scott didn’t look at the list, her hand relaxing over the mouse as she leaned back listlessly in the office chair, slowly speaking, "A ten-thousand-word self-reflection, to be submitted with the other twenty thousand words."
"..."
Barton Mansfield was taken aback.
A self-reflection?
Couldn’t help recalling Amy Mansfield ntioning the twenty-thousand-word self-reflection...
The new Hall Master must have been heavily tornted by self-reflections in her youth?
While Barton Mansfield was montarily dazed, Nora Scott grew impatient, coldly asking, "Not satisfied?"
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