The unsightly expressions on the faces of those supervisors greatly lifted Alia Cooper’s mood. Swaggering, she walked towards Stephen Wilson: "President Wilson, Supervisor Wilson has taken Mrs. Wilson to the hospital. If there is anything you need, you can just tell . Even if Supervisor Wilson isn’t here, our group can’t afford to delay work. Otherwise, Supervisor Wilson would criticize us for not being diligent enough."
As Alia Cooper poured on the flattery, the faces of the supervisors who had just been side-stepped looked quite gloomy.
Grace Wilson is the boss’s daughter, what’s Alia so smug about?
Relying on her connection with Grace Wilson, she loves to act high and mighty for no reason—it really is enough.
After Alia Cooper finished speaking, she expected to be t with Stephen Wilson’s praise. Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she found herself facing the peculiar gaze of several branch managers.
It must be said, Stephen Wilson is indeed the boss; his composure is remarkable. Without changing his expression, he said to Alia: "Just do what Supervisor Wilson has arranged for you to do."
Alia felt a bit puzzled, but recalling how those branch managers kept praising Supervisor Wilson, with President Wilson looking so pleased, she still felt reassured.
Our Supervisor Wilson is certainly capable, unanimously praised by the company.
Alia smiled and asked: "President Wilson, the work involves two hotels. Our group’s manpower might not be sufficient; we’ll need people from other groups or branches to cooperate."
Just as she said this, the expression on the branch managers’ faces grew increasingly peculiar.
Deep impatience flashed in Stephen Wilson’s eyes—why is Alia so oblivious?
"Alright, you all go back to work," Stephen Wilson said to the branch managers before instructing the other team supervisors, "Co in, let’s have a eting."
Finishing his words, he turned into the conference room, completely ignoring Alia, leaving her thoroughly perplexed.
What’s President Wilson up to?
Edward Palr watched Alia with an amused smile, shaking his head, as he said: "Sophie, let’s go."
"Hmm." Sophie Wilson glanced at Alia—so this is Grace Wilson’s confidant?
Really... quite foolish.
No matter how much Alia is directed by Grace, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to belittle Sophie right in front of her, regardless, Sophie is also the boss’s daughter.
Only after Sophie left did Alia sarcastically taunt: "If you’re incapable, why wander around here? If this company falls into the hands of soone like that... it’ll be dood sooner or later!"
The mbers of Grace Wilson’s group naturally held their heads high, while the other group’s mbers were anxious, unsure of what the boss intended for their supervisors.
If these groups were to be dissolved, would they be under Grace Wilson’s leadership in the future?
So mbers from other groups were indifferent, while others who didn’t quite like Grace Wilson, thought if their group was indeed disbanded, they might just switch companies.
Just as the tension was escalating, the conference room door opened, and those supervisors ca out, stating very seriously: "President Wilson, rest assured, we’ll definitely cooperate well and won’t hold the company back."
Eh?
This sounds familiar—haven’t the branch managers just said sothing similar?
Stephen Wilson nodded with satisfaction as so anxious group mbers quickly ran over to their supervisors, asking: "Supervisor, are we going to handle the hotel orders together in the future?"
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