Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 37: Calm After the Storm

"Sweeping the floor is just sweeping the floor. I’m not some public figure; once netizens have seen it, they’ll forget. But as long as they remember our company, then we’ve won."

Summer Lowell spoke optimistically, with a smile in her voice, but there was not a trace of a smile on her face.

Her plan was simply to keep her current job.

If there were any other way to achieve both goals, she wouldn’t have chosen such a self-sacrificing method.

The next morning.

After the meeting, Maxim Sinclair returned to his office. He glanced at Assistant Collins, who was busy in front of the desk, and suddenly remembered last night’s news, "When did last night’s news die down?"

Assistant Collins paused while sorting the files, "Just twenty or thirty minutes, it’s not like she’s a public figure. The netizens weren’t that interested; they watched, said a few words, and it was over."

Maxim replied with a simple "Hmm", took a sip of his coffee, paused for two minutes, and spoke again, "Are we sure Stellart is behind it? We’ve offended a lot of companies recently; is there a chance another company took advantage of the situation, or was it actually them pinning it on Stellart?"

"The PR department conducted an overnight investigation. There are indeed other companies stirring the pot, but mainly it’s Stellart’s doing." Assistant Collins hesitated and added, "This morning, I made some inquiries. Stellart’s Four Seasons project hasn’t been going well lately. Their Noah might have done this out of anger."

"Is that really the case?" Maxim looked skeptical, squinting at Assistant Collins who hadn’t really lowered his head, "Is there something else I’m not aware of?"

Assistant Collins, realizing he couldn’t hide it, looked up and admitted, "This indeed has some relation to us. Previously, Rachel Nash sent out headhunters everywhere, and in their pursuit of a larger bonus, they ended up doing a bit too much."

Maxim had suspected there was more he hadn’t heard about: "Tell me, what did that person do?"

"She went behind the scenes to contact the assistant director of the Stellart Design Department," Assistant Collins scratched his head awkwardly, "offered money to buy her off so she could timely report all movements of the Four Seasons project. She ended up getting trapped by their side."

"Oh, so you’re saying Rachel Nash arranged for someone to buy off Summer Lowell’s assistant, only to have Summer play them? Is that what happened?"

Under Maxim Sinclair’s intense gaze, Assistant Collins broke into cold sweat down his back, "Yes... that’s pretty much it. But it wasn’t Rachel Nash’s intention; she didn’t expect the person to act that way."

Just then, someone knocked on the office door from outside.

The secretary pushed the door open and said, "President Sinclair, Director Nash from the design department wants to see you. She says it’s urgent."

"Perfect timing," Maxim Sinclair beckoned with his finger, "let her in, saves me a phone call."

Having just learned the specific reason behind last night’s news incident, Rachel Nash entered the room with her heart in her throat. As she entered, she bowed to Maxim Sinclair, "I’m sorry, President Sinclair, it was my oversight that caused last night’s news."

"This matter was indeed your oversight," Maxim Sinclair leaned back, looking at Rachel Nash, "Fire that person who acted on their own. Warn her not to talk about things she shouldn’t outside, and don’t cooperate with her in the future."

"Understood, President Sinclair." Rachel Nash replied neatly and continued to watch Maxim Sinclair cautiously, waiting to hear about her own disposition.

"But it’s also not entirely your fault. You need to be careful about personnel. Just make sure not to repeat similar mistakes in the future."

Rachel Nash, having escaped a broader consequence, breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, President Sinclair."

"Now, on to business," Maxim Sinclair sat up straight, "how is that project progressing? How confident are you now about beating Stellart?"

"Well..." Rachel Nash looked somewhat troubled, "I can’t guarantee anything confidently, as I’m not clear on the exact situation of Stellart’s Four Seasons project right now."

Maxim Sinclair was evidently dissatisfied with her answer, "Then make a blind estimation, with your many years of experience. Isn’t estimating such matters straightforward for you?"

Faced with her boss’s insistence, Rachel Nash had no choice but to answer reluctantly, "Judging solely by my understanding of Stellart, we can easily surpass them, but now, regarding their design director’s true capability, I’m not sure."

"I remember you’ve interacted with Summer Lowell before. Based on your understanding of her, how would you rate her skill?"

Compared to the other two, Maxim Sinclair mentioned Summer’s name with fluency and natural ease.

On first hearing, it would be easy to think Maxim Sinclair held some fondness for Summer Lowell.

"Summer Lowell..." Rachel Nash looked up at Maxim Sinclair and tried to speak as objectively as possible, "She’s a young woman with great potential. I once thought she could take on my position."

Rachel Nash’s evaluation was remarkably high.

From behind the desk, Maxim Sinclair remained silent for a while after hearing this, then spoke again, "What a pity, Summer Lowell has no interest in your position."

Rachel Nash looked at Maxim Sinclair behind the desk, whose demeanor had noticeably cooled down, and suddenly a strange thought popped up in her mind.

President Sinclair really is... in love but unable to act!

She didn’t dare to voice her thoughts out loud and changed the subject, "President Sinclair, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the design department now?"

"You may go back. Make the most of your time. Take Stellart as an equal opponent to the Sinclair Group, as per your evaluation of Summer Lowell, and make sure to win against her in this project."

"Alright." Rachel Nash agreed smoothly, but the thought of him being in love but unable to act grew stronger in her mind.

Stellart surely is causing trouble, not focusing on serious business but pulling off this kind of low-grade tactic, breaking up a perfectly good pair.

...

Three days passed quietly, without incident.

Still unsettled, Summer Lowell, clutching documents, asked Noah about any further developments while heading up to report her work.

Noah, aware of her underlying worries, smiled slightly, "You don’t have to worry too much; I’ve reached out to friends to inquire. The headhunter who previously tried to buy out Assistant Fletcher got a considerable sum from Rachel Nash to send her off. It’s said that the directive came directly from Maxim Sinclair, forbidding any future cooperation with her."

Summer Lowell raised her finely shaped eyebrows, "This development... is a bit unexpected for me."

"In any case, it turned out better than expected," Noah took the documents, opened them, and chatted with her while browsing, "You’ve seemed quite worn out these last few days. Were you constantly worrying about this?"

Summer Lowell laughed bashfully, "It’s been alright. Two projects, with tight deadlines. It’s only normal not to rest well."

"I know you’re under a lot of pressure, but try to relax a bit. If you stay wound too tightly, I’m worried you’ll snap one day. Then I won’t have another talent to handle things for me," Noah smiled, filled out the documents, and handed them back to her.