Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 55: Headquarters Questions Summer Lowell’s Abilities

Summer Lowell lowered her head and smiled sheepishly, "Senior, stop teasing me and drive safely on your way back."

"You should get some rest too." Justin Huxley gestured at her, "Have a good night’s sleep. Don’t overthink it, and call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Sure, see you, Senior." Summer waved her hand and turned to walk into the hotel. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Still at the main entrance, Justin Huxley drummed his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, gazing half-smiling at Summer’s faint silhouette inside the glass doors.

"Summer, I never expected you could make Maxim Sinclair lose his composure. I’m really impressed. It seems things will get more and more interesting ahead."

Justin chuckled ambiguously, then started the car and drove towards the east side of the city.

The next day, after a sleepless night, Summer Lowell put on the new suit she previously bought and applied a powerful makeup before heading to work.

Due to her constitution, her face looks particularly pale when she doesn’t sleep well.

This morning, she is scheduled to report via video to several top executives at headquarters, so she had to rely on her makeup skills to save her complexion, lest the shareholders again doubt her ability to fulfill her role as design director.

Just as Summer settled in her office, Assistant Finn hurriedly pushed the door open: "Director Lowell, I just got a call from headquarters. Today’s video conference is moved up by an hour."

"Moved up by an hour?" Summer glanced at her watch, "That means the video conference starts in half an hour. Does President Norris know about this change?"

"President Norris must have just found out too. When I received the call, I also messaged President Norris’s assistant to confirm. It seems headquarters called President Norris’s assistant first, then informed me."

Summer nodded calmly: "Alright, moved up it is. Anyway, I’ve prepared everything for the report. Even if headquarters wanted to start now, I’d have no problem with it."

After that, Summer noticed Assistant Fletcher’s hesitation and assertively said, "Did President Norris’s assistant tell you something? Or is it that headquarters is still questioning my competence?"

"No, it’s not as severe as questioning. After all, you were directly placed by headquarters to be the director, but..."

"But what?"

"But I’ve heard that headquarters is concerned you might find the two S-level projects too demanding and possibly..."

"No need to make excuses for headquarters," Summer said, holding her coffee cup, walking out and sidestepping Assistant Fletcher’s attempt to take it, "These projects are personally invested by those two major shareholders, so I understand. And those shareholders were already dissatisfied with me being assigned here as director. Unless I truly deliver success on the project, they won’t abandon the idea of removing me."

"But, Director Lowell, I feel..."

Assistant Fletcher has been by Summer’s side for several months and is well aware of her current predicament, yet feels some indignation, walking with Summer to the pantry and continuing, "And everyone knows how much effort Director Lowell has put into these two projects."

"The key issue is, headquarters doesn’t care about the process; to them, the result is all that matters."

Summer rummaged through a drawer, found a capsule of her favorite coffee flavor, went to the hot water machine, and began brewing.

As the hot water poured, the rich aroma of coffee instantly filled the pantry.

Summer sniffed it and nodded contentedly, "This coffee delivery is good, aromatic and rich—just the way I like it. Remember to reorder later."

Beside her, Assistant Fletcher was too worried to discuss coffee: "Director Lowell, should you recheck the report materials a couple more times? And review other documents, in case the shareholders purposely pick on you?"

"If they intend to nitpick, memorizing everything about Stellart won’t help," Summer said, carefully sipping her scorching coffee, "Just stay calm. Didn’t President Norris say that we have weekly video meetings like this? If I get anxious every time, how can I continue?"

"But..."

Assistant Fletcher opened her mouth to argue but realized Summer’s words made sense and reluctantly closed her mouth: "I’ll have to visit Serenity Temple over the weekend to bring back a charm for good fortune on your behalf."

Summer smiled helplessly, "You’re very thoughtful."

Assistant Fletcher feebly pulled her lips into an awkward smile, about to return a polite "You’re welcome," when she noticed someone at the door. Pulling open the door, she saw the receptionist peering inside.

Since the leaked manuscript incident, everyone in the design department had become wary of outside personnel, and Assistant Fletcher had shown particular concern.

"You’re from the reception, right? What are you doing here?"

The receptionist nodded apologetically, "I’m here to deliver something."

"Deliver something? You don’t need to do that personally. If it’s for Director Lowell, you can call me to retrieve it; for other colleagues, just contact them directly."

Assistant Fletcher walked to the door and glanced outside before checking the receptionist’s empty hands, "Where’s the stuff?"

"It’s for Director Lowell," the receptionist entered, explaining to the confused Summer, "It’s a lot of flowers—roses—and they require Director Lowell’s personal acknowledgment. I specifically asked and neither the receptionist nor the assistant can sign for them unless directed by Director Lowell, hence I came over."

The receptionist then added before Assistant Fletcher could respond, "Assistant Fletcher, is your phone not with you? I tried calling you earlier, but there was no answer."

Assistant Fletcher quickly checked her pockets and realized they were empty, sheepishly said to the receptionist, "I probably left it at my workstation. Sorry for making you come over."

"No problem," the receptionist shook her head amiably, "I understand you have some wariness of outsiders due to recent events, especially with important projects in the design department, so I understand."

Taking advantage of the conversation, Summer brought over her coffee, "This one’s on Finn. I apologize on her behalf."

"No need," the receptionist smiled, "Director Lowell, but you’d better come with me to the front desk; the delivery guy seems very impatient."