Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 34: The Headhunting Firm Returns to Poach Talent
"It’s said that Stellart’s upper management offered extremely generous terms, and it seems quite a few designers are willing to join this obviously unpromising project team," Rachel Nash said, carefully choosing her words.
"Offering generous terms," Maxim Sinclair repeated softly, followed by a sneer, "Just a mere Stellart, do they dare to boast about their assets comparing with the Sinclair Group?"
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked, "President Sinclair, you wouldn’t be thinking of poaching their newly formed project team members, would you?"
"This isn’t a landfill for me to dig around for just anyone. Just with Stellart’s level, poaching once already flatters them." Maxim Sinclair didn’t conceal his displeasure, "Let them mess around; people need a good beating to learn their lessons."
Hearing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Rachel Nash’s eyes, and she began to suspect Maxim Sinclair’s true motives in dealing with Stellart.
Unrequited love?
Is that why he’s being so ruthless?
Unfortunately, Maxim Sinclair was clearly not going to explain further, "Arrange for a reliable person to take over this project, make sure to beat Stellart."
"Okay, President Sinclair." Rachel nodded and agreed, then picked up the files and turned to leave.
After she left, the mood not so pleasant, Maxim Sinclair tossed the pen in his hand, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside with his hands behind his back.
In the distance, two floors of the skyscraper, comparable in height to the Sinclair Group, housed Stellart’s offices.
Maxim Sinclair squinted at the building, "Little fox, how long will you hold up before you obediently come to admit your mistakes? I’m running out of patience."
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Summer Lowell, who had been working overtime for three consecutive days, put down the pen in her hand and got up to go to the gym next door to exercise.
She had no choice, staring at the computer screen for too long had become unbearable.
Half an hour later, drenched in sweat, she stepped off the treadmill.
Her colleague Moon was also nearby exercising, and handed her a bottle of water, "Director, have a drink."
"Thanks." Summer took it and drank half the bottle in one gulp.
"Director, I didn’t expect you to work so fiercely," Moon couldn’t help shaking her head, "When I arrive in the morning, you’re here, and when I leave at night, you haven’t left yet. You haven’t been staying at the company, have you?"
"No," Summer shook her head, pointed out the window, "I’m staying at the hotel next to the company. My home is a bit far, and the bed in my rest room is too small, making it uncomfortable to sleep on, which affects my creative inspiration."
"That’s impressive," Moon gave her a thumbs up, "Then I’ll also book a room at the hotel next door later; it’ll save commuting time."
"Sure," Summer nodded, "Remember to get a receipt. I’ll help you submit it to the finance department for reimbursement due to special circumstances."
"Wow, Director, you’re so considerate!"
Moon couldn’t contain her voice, and the commotion drew others in the gym to ask what was going on.
Upon understanding the reason, several other designers, also interested in Freland’s training spots, decided to stay at the hotel too.
Seeing the momentum, Summer called Assistant Fletcher into the gym to take a list and later handle the reimbursement.
An hour later, Assistant Fletcher, with the list sorted, personally went downstairs to the hotel to book rooms for the designers.
After booking the rooms, Assistant Fletcher received a call from Summer, who felt sympathetic towards the hardworking designers and transferred her some money to arrange afternoon tea for them.
There happened to be a famous tea restaurant nearby, so Assistant Fletcher changed course and headed to the restaurant to order afternoon tea for the designers.
Arriving at the tea restaurant, Assistant Fletcher had just settled the bill with the duty manager and was about to leave when she was suddenly stopped by a mysterious woman.
"Hello, you are Assistant Fletcher, Director of the Stellart Design Department, right?"
Assistant Fletcher, looking at the woman with a somewhat unique aura, took a guarded step back, "May I ask who you are?"
"Hello, I’m from a headhunting company, do you have some time to chat?"
Upon hearing she was from a headhunting company, Assistant Fletcher instinctively thought of the recent large-scale recruitment by the Sinclair Group.
Could it be that Sinclair Group is still not giving up and now targeting Director Lowell’s personal assistant?
Suppressing her curiosity, Assistant Fletcher nodded nonchalantly, "My time is limited."
"No problem, no problem," the other party seemed too agreeable, "What I have to say is simple, it won’t take much of your time."
With that, Assistant Fletcher sat down cautiously, "Go ahead."
"It’s like this, we’ve looked at your resume, Ms. Fletcher, and discovered you’re an extremely talented individual. Someone as outstanding as you staying in a small company like Stellart is truly a waste."
Starting off with compliments, Assistant Fletcher, eager to get back to tasks waiting at the office, impatiently tapped on her watch, "Get to the point."
"Would you be willing to change companies for something like doubling your annual salary?"
"Double the annual salary?" Assistant Fletcher raised an eyebrow, "I know well enough about my own abilities, what company would offer such a high price to poach me? Surely not the Sinclair Group?"
The woman claiming to be a headhunter hesitated, then awkwardly smiled, "Why would Ms. Fletcher immediately think it’s the Sinclair Group trying to poach you? There are many companies in the market not inferior to the Sinclair Group."
"Other companies not under the Sinclair Group wouldn’t bother poaching me, I’m well aware of my skills."
"Haha, Ms. Fletcher is underestimating herself, you should be more confident."
Assistant Fletcher impatiently tapped her watch again, "I’m quite confident, and I’m not interested in changing jobs. Pardon me."
With that, she ignored the woman’s attempts to stop her and left the tea restaurant, accompanied by restaurant staff with the prepared tea and refreshments.
Back at the company, Assistant Fletcher handed the tea and refreshments to others to distribute, and then burst into Summer’s office, "Director, something happened. I met someone claiming to be a headhunter when I was getting afternoon tea. They seemed to be sent by the Sinclair Group, saying they wanted to double my salary to poach me."
"Double the salary?" Summer looked up in surprise, anger clear on her face, "What’s Maxim Sinclair trying to do? Is this an attempt to ruin me?"
"Director, rest assured, I turned them down. I won’t leave you," Assistant Fletcher patted her chest.
"Double salary, and you’re not tempted?" Summer calmed down and playfully winked at her.
"Not tempted," Assistant Fletcher shook her head, "They’re obviously just trying to test me. If I showed interest, they’d use money to lure me into betraying you, and I couldn’t do that."
"Haha, good, it’s a relief you refused them..."
