The room was silent.
After a brief mont of shock, Franklin Ford knew what was going on.
Sumr Monroe couldn’t defend herself, so she was starting to lash out.
He looked at Sumr Monroe with indifference and sarcasm, wondering what else this woman had up her sleeve.
"Director Ford, I know that your shareholding is lower than mine, and I’ve always thought it was unfair. But it’s not easy for a woman like to struggle in the company. Can you stop putting the bla on ?"
The number of onlookers grew, unwilling to loudly discuss, but whispers spread quickly.
Eyes watching with concealed discontent, like invisible swords, were all directed at Franklin Ford.
But Sumr Monroe felt it wasn’t enough. She raised her voice a notch, putting on a righteous front.
"Director Ford, in the workplace, it’s all about individual capability. Don’t think you can bully just because I’m a woman. We have gender equality now, you know?"
Her words hinted at gender issues, and most of the onlookers were won.
Soon enough, so people were openly rolling their eyes at Franklin Ford.
Franklin Ford smirked inwardly, his cold gaze rested on Sumr Monroe for a long ti.
His thin lips moved slightly, and his words were like nails.
"Sumr Monroe, those who do evil will destroy themselves. Take care."
With that, he turned and left.
—
anwhile, in the design factory.
The workshop was extrely noisy, but Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan seed oblivious, following the workshop supervisor along the assembly line for inspections.
Upon finishing one line, Evelyn Clayton stopped, her elegant eyebrows knitted, silent for a long ti.
Yara Reagan also noticed sothing was wrong. The degree of these poorly made items was a far cry from what was required on the design drawings.
She glanced at Evelyn Clayton’s expression and said irritably to the workshop supervisor.
"Have the responsible worker for this line co over."
The workshop supervisor quickly complied and called over the worker.
The worker seed older, presumably a senior employee at the factory.
When he arrived, the worker’s expression was indifferent, slightly negligent.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t care about these attitudes; what mattered most was getting the job done well.
"Are you the responsible worker for this assembly line?" Evelyn Clayton looked serious, "Why didn’t I see you there just now?"
The worker responded with a bit of indifference, "I just went to the bathroom. Nature calls, should I not be allowed to use the restroom while working?"
Such a shalessly defiant attitude!
A cold glint passed through Evelyn Clayton’s eyes, and she let out a light chuckle, "Fine, let’s talk about the work issue. The workshop supervisor and I have discussed the design requirents before. Do you think the results from your line are satisfactory?"
"Why wouldn’t it be satisfactory?" The worker frowned, "Boss, we’re just doing our job for pay, are we going to fool you?"
Yara Reagan did not have Evelyn Clayton’s patience, and her tone imdiately turned sharp.
"You actually dare to ask us? What kind of attitude is that? Look at your line’s design, does it et the requirents from the previously issued docunts?"
The worker’s voice suddenly rose, more forceful than Yara Reagan’s attitude.
"Second Boss, have so heart! Every stitch and seam is according to the requirents! We’re almost done now, what do you an by this? Do you want us to rework everything?"
Seeing him play the victim, Evelyn Clayton remained unfazed, responding indifferently, "Yes, it’s unsatisfactory, everything needs to be reworked."
"Rework?" The worker’s eyes widened instantly, "No way! We’re almost finished, who’s going to pay for the overti? Are we expected to work for free?"
His voice was nearly shrill, and his confrontational attitude instantly angered Yara Reagan.
Yara Reagan rolled up her sleeves, ready to step forward, sneering repeatedly.
"Overti pay? You’re lucky we’re not docking your pay for doing such a lousy job! You still dare to ask for overti pay, do you want two free coffins too?"
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