Simon thought Janice would panic, but instead, she simply smiled and said, "I don't have the money."
"Then I'll sue you!"
Janice shot him an unimpressed look. "The company's legal representative is you. Who exactly are you suing?"
Simon nearly choked in frustration. After a long pause, he snapped, "Fine! Let's change the legal representative first, then you can pay me!"
Janice shrugged. "I still don't have the money. Worst-case scenario, Refined Threads Co. goes bankrupt, and everyone loses. No one will owe you anything."
"You—"
"You're not supposed to be here, are you?" Janice cut him off smoothly. "You're the vice director now. Your office is one floor down."
Simon glared at her furiously, his eyes burning with hatred as if he wanted to tear her apart. With a huff, he turned and stormed off.
But just as the elevator doors were about to open, Janice casually called out, "Oh, and one more thing. Since you're now vice director of Refined Threads Co., you'll be receiving a salary. So, Mr. Fitzgerald, I'd suggest you show up to work on time. Three instances of lateness or leaving work early and you won't get paid that month. Also, your job now is to pull in orders."
What?
She was making him do her old job?
He had to lower himself to beg clients for orders, attend business dinners, drink and entertain guests, and deal with transportation arrangements?
He was Simon!
How could he stoop so low?
"Refined Threads Co. doesn't pay freeloaders. If you can't handle that, you'll be demoted to the Product Division to do selection work. And if you can't even manage that, you'll go to the factory."
The factory?
Was she humiliating him?
Simon's face twisted in rage, his eyes bloodshot. "Janice! Don't think you can get away with this just because the shareholders support you and Edward has your back! Without them, you're nothing! You're deliberately trying to crush me, aren't you? Fine! We'll see who wins in the end! I refuse to believe you can run Refined Threads Co. better than me!"
Janice remained unbothered. "Don't forget about changing the legal representative."
Just as the elevator doors were closing, Simon roared in fury, "Anyone who doesn't show up tomorrow is a damn dog!"
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