After going through so much despair, Iris Crawford had long changed her nature. She was no longer the naive girl she used to be. Now, when provoked like this, her mindset was already strong. She watched Roxanne Young get flustered without a care, didn’t say a word, and just played Minesweeper on her own.
Clicked the last cell and won.
Iris rubbed her fingers, glanced at the ti. She was half a minute slower than usual, surely because Roxanne was talking to her and distracted her. Iris mumbled, "I need to prepare to et the guests from the Jacobs Family soon, no ti to chat with you."
Roxanne Young’s face changed dramatically. She hadn’t expected this newcor to disregard her like this. But was she going to let her off that easily? She put on a senior’s deanor and placed a pile of docunts on Iris’s desk. "Enter these materials into the database for . It needs to be handed over to another departnt before the end of the day. Consider it a bridging task."
This was clearly work for another departnt, what kind of bridging task was this?
Iris looked up at Roxanne Young and didn’t say anything.
This kind of bullying often happens in the workplace, where when a newcor joins, so malicious seniors deliberately give them tasks beyond their original job scope, passing all trivial chores to the newbie.
Exploiting newcors is already a common social issue, and Roxanne Young certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to push around a newbie.
"Additionally, the departnt head’s son needs to write a thesis, and everyone is quite busy, so they can’t spare ti. You’re new here and just a secretary, so this task will fall to you. Once the thesis is written, email it to . The deadline is tonight," Roxanne said, deliberately staring at Iris’s fair, rosy face.
This woman didn’t wear heavy makeup, but there’s sothing about her that’s alluring. Maybe she seduced Young Master Wyatt to get into the company and she’s certainly not letting her get away with just being a gold digger.
Iris was waiting to hear what other outrageous tasks Roxanne would present, but after saying this, Roxanne left looking triumphant as if she had won a battle, without even waiting for Iris to reply.
In this workplace, the tasks given by the senior are automatically assud to be accepted by the junior, aren’t they?
Looking at the docunts placed on her desk unceremoniously, Iris chuckled, stood up from her chair, and knocked on the door of the CEO’s office outside.
Opening the door, Lachlan Wyatt was reading a report and raised his eyebrows when he saw Iris enter, "What’s up?"
"Your forr secretary is trying to intimidate by making compile data for another departnt and write a thesis for the departnt head’s son."
As Iris said this, she sneered lightly, "There are people like this in the company, huh."
Upon hearing this, Lachlan Wyatt’s expression was aningful, "Don’t bother with such trivial matters, okay?"
Iris had expected him to say that, given that Lachlan Wyatt was soone who hated trouble.
She didn’t expect him to genuinely stand up for her, after all, when Lachlan had taken her to Jordan Jacobs’s wedding, he had his own interests. Now, even though his people were bullying Iris, he wouldn’t stand up for justice. It’s troubleso and there’s no benefit to it.
Iris stood there motionless, her red high heels were sexy and sharp. She hmm’d, unclear if she understood Lachlan’s words, continuing, "In twenty minutes, soone from Jordan Jacobs’s side will co over."
"You go ahead and receive them for ."
Lachlan Wyatt especially liked to watch, naturally wanting to see how Iris would handle representatives sent by her ex-husband’s company. So, the man smiled and took a sip of his coffee, saying, "I heard the representative sent is one of Yvonne Jennings’s relatives."
Iris looked up and thought about it, counting up three generations of Yvonne Jennings’s relatives, none of them had any rit. It seems Yvonne Jennings had already deeply infiltrated Jordan Jacobs’s company, even managing to send in her bunch of useless relatives. This is true backdoor dealings.
Outside in the eting room, Iris brewed two cups of tea and waited for this relative of Yvonne Jennings. He walked in with an arrogant swagger, afraid others wouldn’t recognize him as soone from the Jacobs Family. After all, to ordinary people, the Jacobs Family was a prestigious lineage they could never hope to encounter.
Upon seeing a leggy beauty seated in the eting room, the newcor ogled Iris several tis with a lecherous gaze before handing over a business card, "Hello, I’m Howard Jennings, the representative manager sent by Jacobs Enterprises."
Iris took the business card and said politely, "Hello, Manager Jennings. Regarding the cooperation between our two companies, there are still so key points I’d like to discuss with you..."
"Discussing is all well and good..." Howard Jennings said in an oily manner, sounding very much like a petty man drunk with success, leaning on the fact that having Yvonne Jennings in Jordan Jacobs’s life, he was able to represent and discuss matters at such a major company, yet as soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed all his lack of competence, "Are all the n in your company incompetent? Why send a woman like you to discuss with ? Is this not valued enough?"
Iris maintained a polite smile borne from good family education, saying, "Let’s bring the conversation back to the topic."
"Mainly, look at you, wearing high heels, a short skirt, tut tut." Howard Jennings continued with the sa disgusting gaze on Iris, "You don’t look like soone who’s here for business negotiations and guest receptions at all... Exactly what are you doing here? Or could it be... you’re the boss’s... what, exactly?"
Iris said, "I’m an assistant secretary."
"Secretary, oh..." Howard Jennings dragged out his words, "I get it now, after all, secretary... they have business when there’s work, otherwise, that thing. So why don’t you call soone who can actually talk over here? You likely don’t understand anyway, unprofessional people should just sit and... wear high heels, cross legs for the bosses to see."
After listening to his long piece, Iris maintained a beautiful smile, "Don’t you have a mother who gave birth to you?"
Howard Jennings was stunned, in his eyes, a woman like a secretary could only be obsequious, he never imagined Iris would say sothing like that with a smile. Instantly, the man’s self-esteem was humiliated. He had originally sat down but now shot up from his chair, and with only the two of them in the eting room, he threw caution to the wind, "Woman, do you know who I am?"
Iris spread her hands, posture both sexy and elegant, "Who are you?"
Since joining Jordan Jacobs’s company, Howard Jennings was always pampered due to being Yvonne Jennings’s relative, skimming off the top without those female colleagues daring to say anything. Who’d have thought he brought this delinquency here and wouldn’t get the sa treatnt?
Howard Jennings pointed at her, "Do you know what my relation is to Jordan Jacobs’s wife? I’m her cousin!"
"Wife?" Iris laughed, "Wasn’t the large wedding disturbed with funeral wreaths on the day itself, it’s all so unlucky. Your cousin’s a real husband killer."
That’s really hitting where it hurts! Howard Jennings slamd the table, "You are absolutely shaless, I’m nonetheless a VIP of your company! Get your boss out here, I have no ti to deal with won like you, dressed so inappropriately without respect of hierarchy, how did you even get this job, you know, right?"
Constantly disrespecting won yet still using the won in his family to squeeze into high society, a man like this surely disgusted many innocent girls elsewhere. Iris crossed her arms and questioned him back, "And do you know who I am?"
Howard Jennings’s action paused, "Who are you?"
Iris smiled slyly, put down her long legs and stood up, grabbing the tea she’d originally brewed on the table and splashed it right at Howard Jennings’s face, "I’m your dad."
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