Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 29: Questioning Summer Lowell’s Work Arrangements

Early Monday morning, Summer Lowell, dressed in sharp professional attire, returned to the design department with a brisk walk after the morning meeting.

Bright Moon, who had just sat down at her workstation, caught a glimpse of Summer’s figure in the reflection of the computer screen and turned her head, secretly observing her behind a potted plant.

Summer entered her office, walking straight without a glance to the side.

Another designer, sitting back-to-back with Bright Moon, rolled her chair over, pouting her bright red lips, and pointed with her eyes towards Summer’s office: "Look at this poise, people with authority are really different."

Bright Moon took a sip of coffee and casually asked her companion, "She’s handling two S-level projects and still walking with such flair?"

"Young people, they’ve never faced setbacks, so they think they can do anything!" Her companion lazily raised her hand and blew on her freshly done nails, "Just wait and see, she won’t be walking with such flair for long."

Finding the coffee tasteless, Bright Moon set her cup aside and shook her head gloomily, "You shouldn’t be so gloating. After all, she’s someone President Norris personally brought over from headquarters, having someone to back her up really makes a difference."

The bright red-lipped designer sneered disdainfully, then glanced around the room, leaning in closer to Bright Moon’s ear, whispering behind her hand.

Bright Moon, usually calm, widened her eyes upon hearing this and grabbed her wrist, asking urgently, "Who told you this?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes," the red-lipped designer nonchalantly pushed her hand away, "just yesterday at the mall, I saw it while shopping. Just watch, soon it’ll be her time to cry."

Bright Moon’s eyes flickered with subtle delight: "Keep it down, don’t let others hear."

"Don’t worry, I’ve only told you about it, keep your mouth shut and don’t spread it around."

Bright Moon nodded perfunctorily: "I know, I know, sit down soon, she’ll be out in a moment."

Before she finished her sentence, she saw Summer Lowell, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, pushing the door open. She held a pile of documents, hurriedly heading into the adjoining office area for the Four Seasons Wind project group.

Seeing her go in, the designer chatting with Bright Moon leaned in again, speaking ambiguously: "Jealous? This prestige should have been yours."

"I wouldn’t dare take on this prestige," Bright Moon smirked, giving a meaningful look to her, "The two shareholders concerned about this project are notorious for being difficult to deal with; even Partner President Norris would have a headache."

"You’re right, this prestige is indeed too much for the average person." The person speaking recalled the scene she witnessed over the weekend, laughing maliciously twice, "How long do you think she can maintain this prestige? I bet she won’t last a week."

"Why bother with that," Bright Moon tossed her emptied cup into the trash bin by her feet and pulled her computer closer, "Let’s get to work, there’s still a ton of work unfinished."

Elsewhere, in the office area designated for the Four Seasons Wind project group.

Summer called the project team members over and led them into the small conference room that came with the project group.

The members, looking indifferent, entered the conference room, nearly half the designers with tired expressions, hardly resembling participants of an S-level project.

Rebukes rolled around Summer’s tongue but ultimately went unsaid.

The urgent task was to first stabilize the morale, especially with the Sinclair Group outside eyeing them like prey.

Summer was afraid of scaring these people off with harsh words.

"Everyone, keep your spirits up," Summer tapped on the table with her fingers, "It’s Monday, let’s discuss this week’s project progress."

Sitting around the long table, the designers kept their heads down, focused on their own things, few looking up to acknowledge her.

Assistant Fletcher, distributing materials, nervously glanced up to observe Summer’s expression.

Summer swept her gaze across the personnel on both sides of the long table, expressionless, then slammed her hand on the table.

The jarring noise echoed through the conference room, causing the designers who were ignoring her to cover their ears and look up.

With everyone’s attention now on her, Summer offered a broad smile: "I’ll just say a few words. Earlier, the materials Assistant Fletcher distributed contain the detailed work plan for this week, please strictly follow the plan."

After a brief pause, Summer continued, "I’ll give you three minutes to review the work plan. If there are any questions after you’ve looked it over, feel free to raise them now while I have time. Once I leave this conference room, I’ll assume everyone will follow the plan."

As soon as she finished, Dawn, sitting closest on her left, was the first to raise her hand: "Director Lowell, I have a question. The work intensity on this week’s plan is too high. It’s the end of the first quarter, and this project was originally scheduled to be completed by the end of the second or beginning of the third quarter. We can take our time, there’s no need to rush." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Yeah, yeah!"

After Dawn spoke, another designer, Alan, sitting directly across, tossed the plan back onto the table: "We’re expected to complete so much in five days, are we donkeys or designers?"

With the project’s two most capable designers expressing such opinions, others of slightly lesser ability began to voice complaints.

Assistant Fletcher, having just sat down, cautiously glanced up again to gauge Summer’s expression.

Throughout, Summer maintained a light smile, her eyes keenly following each person speaking.

Once the last designer finished, Dawn, who had first spoken, turned her gaze back to Summer: "So, Director Lowell, does your plan need revision?"

"No need to revise the plan," Summer’s smile remained unchanged as she looked at Dawn, speaking slowly, "You all know well enough the importance of the Four Seasons Wind project and the actual workload. Instead of wasting energy trying to challenge me, you’d better save it for work."

"Director Lowell speaks easily," Alan retorted on behalf of his companion, "Sheryl left so abruptly, taking away a lot of data. We have to start much of the work from scratch, and now the Sinclair Group has joined the competition. In my view, this project should be abandoned sooner rather than later; I don’t want to be messing around for nothing."

Summer coldly stared at Alan, the one sowing discord.

Alan, unnerved by her gaze, turned his head aside, muttering, "Can’t even speak the truth anymore."

Summer placed the pen in her hand onto the table, "Alan and Dawn, stay behind. Everyone else, get back to work!"