Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 66: Someone Is Deliberately Spreading Rumors
The moment Noah stepped out of the meeting room, someone approached him to report the withdrawal of the "Enchantress" project.
Learning that Summer Lowell was waiting outside his office, he hurried back with a concerned expression.
At the door, he looked at the despondent Summer Lowell and sighed softly, "Come in, let’s talk."
Summer hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the president’s office.
In the distant corner, designer Wendy, who had been covertly observing the situation, turned and stealthily took the elevator back to the design department.
As soon as she returned, the designers, who were not in the mood to work, surrounded her. "How did it go?"
Wendy shook her head. "I don’t know, I just saw Director Lowell follow President Norris into the office."
Curious, May pursued further, "Did you see President Norris’s expression? Was he happy or unhappy?"
"Couldn’t really tell, but definitely not a happy look."
"I figured as much."
Those well-informed had already heard of what happened at the competition venue and said gloatingly, "Losing an S-level project, no one would be happy about that!"
Not far away, Linda spoke with a hint of insinuation, "How could a perfectly fine piece be damaged? I noticed Director Lowell was very careful with the safe, has she offended someone?"
Hearing this, the designers present all thought simultaneously of Sinclair Group, which had past grievances with Summer Lowell.
They weren’t fools; they more or less understood the real story behind Sinclair Group’s poaching of designers.
Seeing the change in everyone’s expressions, Linda pressed on, guiding everyone’s thoughts, "Both S-level projects have been targeted, I can hardly imagine what will happen next."
Her words were like a heavy blow, striking hard at the designers’ hearts.
She wasn’t wrong; the company’s highly valued S-level project had been sabotaged without a fight. Who knows what kind of malicious targeting will happen in the future.
Everyone was there to work and earn money; no one was willing to be implicated every few days.
An hour later, with an unpleasant expression, Summer Lowell scurried back to her office.
Assistant Fletcher followed closely behind with files in hand, and outside the office, the designers, still uninterested in work, looked up and exchanged glances.
Inside the office, Summer, deeply troubled, tossed her coat onto the desk and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, hands on her waist, glaring at the big logo on the distant tall building.
"Director Lowell, I’ve prepared the materials you asked me to organize," Assistant Fletcher said softly, holding the files and standing behind her.
A vexed Summer scratched her head, turned around to take the files, flipping through them, "Does everyone know about my withdrawal from the competition?"
"Yes, they all know," Assistant Fletcher sighed silently, "Also, the organizers have packaged and sent over all the surveillance footage from when we entered the competition venue. I’ve handed the footage over to Alex in the IT department to see if there’s any tampered evidence in the video."
"Well done," Summer nodded, "What’s the general reaction to my withdrawal from the competition?"
"Well... disappointment is inevitable. After all, everyone worked hard together for so long, and for it to end this way, no one would feel good about it."
Assistant Fletcher chose his words carefully, speaking cautiously.
"Don’t they blame me? It was me who brought the piece to the venue and also me who initiated the withdrawal. It seems all the fault lies with me." Summer’s tone was full of self-reproach.
Knowing she was upset, Assistant Fletcher consoled softly, "Director Lowell, everyone knows you didn’t mean for this to happen. Also, it’s impossible for the competition piece to be damaged for no reason. What does President Norris plan to do about this?"
Summer lifted her head from the file, glanced at the tightly closed blinds, and said softly, "President Norris intends to thoroughly investigate everyone in the design department to see who sabotaged our competition piece."
She paused for a moment and then gave a self-mocking smile, "When I left, President Norris was just about to call headquarters about this matter. If they really investigate, I’m probably the first they’ll look into. As for you, prepare to be investigated as my assistant; after all, the folks at headquarters were never happy about me parachuting in as director."
"If you have a clear conscience, you don’t fear slander. I’m not afraid to be investigated by headquarters," Assistant Fletcher stated confidently.
Summer looked at her with an indecipherable expression for a long while before speaking again, "I advise you not to be too righteous. We’ve known each other for less than a year; don’t let my issues hamper your future development."
"Is it really as serious as you say, Director Lowell? Headquarters can only pressure us to quickly find a result; they can’t just immediately pin the blame on you."
"You make it sound easy," Summer sneered, "We were closely watching, yet only discovered the brooch crack at the last moment before the competition. Looking at it this way, the unseen enemy is terrifying."
Deeply worried, Assistant Fletcher clasped her hands tightly together, her mind racing to devise a plan.
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck her: "Director Lowell, for someone to damage the competition piece under our tight watch suggests there’s a mole in the design department. Does this situation seem familiar to you? The previous incident involving a draft leak... only an insider could have done it!"
"I’ve thought about what you said too, but don’t forget, the one who leaked the draft was Sheryl, and she’s now missing," Summer ceased perusing the file and closed it with a hand, "This means our design department has more bought-off individuals aside from her."
Summer pondered about Linda, whom she had isolated from both projects, unable to interact with them, and couldn’t stifle her suspicion: "Even being so secure... could she still manage to cause damage?"
"Where’s Linda?"
"Outside. When I passed by earlier, I saw her sketching," Assistant Fletcher gestured backward, not immediately realizing why Summer had suddenly brought her up, "Do you need something from her?"
"Call her in, I have something to ask her."
Assistant Fletcher, who vaguely guessed something, hesitated before swallowing her words, and went to the outer office area to call in an oblivious Linda.
Linda, feeling guilty after her mischievous deeds, attempted to appear calm as she stood stiffly before Summer, "Director Lowell, you needed me?"
Summer gestured to the single sofa beside her, "I’d like to chat, no need to be nervous. Sit down, Assistant Fletcher, please get Linda a cup of hot coffee."
