Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 35: Leveraging Public Opinion

"However," Assistant Fletcher suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, "that headhunter chased after me and shoved this card into my hand."

Summer Lowell looked at the card with a complicated expression and only slowly raised her head after a long time: "Do you know what a great opportunity you missed?"

"I don’t think it’s a good opportunity. I’m calm and can tell what’s really underneath this facade of opportunity." Assistant Fletcher smiled candidly, placing the card on Summer Lowell’s desk. Just a few seconds later, her expression changed. "I kept this card because I suddenly had a good idea to deal with the Sinclair Group."

Summer Lowell couldn’t hide her surprise, her eyes widened: "You have another plan up your sleeve?"

"Yes," Assistant Fletcher nodded in acknowledgment, pushing the card towards Summer Lowell, "We’ve been having such a tough time because of the Sinclair Group, so why not use this chance to teach them a lesson? It’ll at least let us vent some of our frustrations."

"I really underestimated you!" Summer Lowell couldn’t hold back her laughter, shaking her head repeatedly, "So, tell me, what’s your idea to give the Sinclair Group a lesson?"

"I remember the Sinclair Group has always valued its reputation; we might as well take this chance to play a bit of a publicity war with them."

"A publicity war?" Summer Lowell muttered, her eyes lighting up, "I see what you mean. But what if the headhunter doesn’t come back after you turned her down so righteously?"

Assistant Fletcher recalled the headhunter’s reaction when she accepted the card, smiling confidently: "There’s a fifty percent chance that person will come back to me."

"You’re so sure; suddenly, I’m feeling a bit anxious." Summer Lowell raised an eyebrow, joking with her with a smile.

"No, no, my confidence comes from my current position, mainly because you, Director, are impressive, handling two S-level projects and scaring them so much. I’m just benefiting from your light, which is why I was targeted." Assistant Fletcher shook her head modestly, and after shaking, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Summer Lowell looked up and exchanged a glance with her, then they both burst into laughter.

...

After the meeting, Noah saw Summer Lowell waiting at the office door. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Director Lowell? Your design department is so busy, yet you have time to find me?"

Noah opened the door: "Come in."

Summer Lowell stepped in, waiting aside: "President Norris, I’m here to discuss something with you."

"Tell me, is it money or manpower you lack?"

"Neither." Summer Lowell said with a smile, summarizing the plan she discussed with Assistant Fletcher before coming.

Noah was about to pour tea when he heard halfway and paused his actions: "Someone tried to poach your assistant? Maxim Sinclair is quite arrogant."

The mention of Maxim Sinclair caught Summer Lowell off guard for half a second, but she smoothly continued: "He’s practically handing us evidence; we have no reason not to accept it."

"So what do you plan to do?" Noah handed a cup of tea to Summer Lowell, "I want to hear your thoughts."

"Assistant Fletcher has the headhunter’s business card. She observed that the headhunter hasn’t given up. She plans to meet her again to see if she can get any useful evidence. Then we’ll heat things up online with some write-ups and try to throw some dirt on the Sinclair Group."

"The Sinclair Group isn’t an ordinary company. Small troubles won’t hurt them." Noah also poured himself a cup of tea, motioning Summer Lowell to sit down. "If all we achieve is a deeper grudge, it won’t be worth it."

"Understood, I get your meaning, President Norris." Summer Lowell nodded, leaning slightly forward with her teacup. "This is just the first step. I have another more useful plan. Actually, my real goal is for Seasons Breeze to win the bid."

Noah looked up: "Let’s hear it."

Summer Lowell smiled, holding the teacup earnestly as she began to speak.

Ten minutes later, Noah burst into laughter: "Haha, that’s a good idea, let’s do as you say!"

Seeing him agree to her suggestion, Summer Lowell breathed a slight sigh of relief and then added: "But I need a guarantee from you that if rumors start in the company, you’ll clear Assistant Fletcher’s name."

"Of course, I won’t just say empty words. After the matter is resolved, let’s give Assistant Fletcher a raise. How does that sound?" Noah laughed heartily, speaking even more freely.

Summer Lowell responded just as cheerfully: "Then I’ll thank you on Assistant Fletcher’s behalf for now."

"It’s too early to thank me. Keep things steady, and once you get the evidence, inform me immediately so I can arrange the media."

"Alright," Summer Lowell put down the teacup and prepared to leave, turning back at the door to remind Noah, "President Norris, the Sinclair Group has significant local influence. Their media connections must be vast as well. If you want to beat them in public opinion, be careful about whom you choose."

"I understand your reminder," Noah nodded, "I’ll ensure I avoid media with ties to Maxim Sinclair and make sure it works."

Only then did Summer Lowell completely relax: "Then I’ll go tell Assistant Fletcher to prepare for her next encounter with the headhunter."

A week quickly passed, and noticing that the designers under her had not had a break for two consecutive weeks, Summer Lowell specifically allowed them a short day off this week since progress was swift.

It was on this very day that the female headhunter who had stopped Assistant Fletcher in the tea restaurant last time approached her again.

Following the script they had prepared in advance, Assistant Fletcher spent nearly an hour maneuvering with the headhunter before getting to the main topic.

Then, two hours later, Assistant Fletcher returned to the hotel where she was temporarily staying with her usual expression. As soon as she entered the room, she sent the secretly recorded audio file to Summer Lowell.

Summer Lowell quickly made a copy and immediately forwarded it to Noah, who was playing ball with friends.

On the court, upon seeing the message, Noah immediately dropped his club and got into his RV, asking his assistant to host a remote video meeting with the pre-arranged PR team and media friends to finalize the details.

At 9 p.m., right at the peak time when the weary office workers surfed the net.

Noah, clutching his phone, sat on a chair, refreshing the page constantly.

The assistant hanging up the phone couldn’t hide his excitement as he looked at Noah: "President Norris, everything’s arranged, the self-media marketers are also in place, if all goes well, we can break into the top five trending topics. The people over there called to ask, do you want to heat it up more?"

"This level of attention is enough." Noah said, satisfied, looking at the news that finally refreshed on the page.