When they reached the president’s office, Lucy told Charlotte that she was transferred to another office.
As of that day, Charlotte was no longer working at the reception counter. Her new job was at the filing office, where she was responsible for printing and filing work.
Charlotte had been with the company for a while now. Thus, she knew that both her new and old jobs were at the bottom of the hierarchy on level 68.
Being a receptionist was not that bad since she could see Zachary and all the other higher-ups every day. If she performed remarkably, or if she met a manager or director who was in a good mood, there was a chance that she could get a promotion.
Nonetheless, the same could not be said about the filing office. Working there meant total isolation from the outside.
Charlotte would be stuck in a small room every day, waiting for the secretaries’ email to be printed out. After that, she would sort it and send it over to the relevant parties.
There was no way for her to shine, nor a way for her to make mistakes. The chance for promotion was abysmal.
Charlotte understood that she was not doing really well recently, so a transfer was to be expected.
Hence, she packed up her stuff and went straight to the filing office quietly.
There were three ladies there working with her. They would be on their phones when no work was issued but immediately got to work as soon as tasks came in.
Seeing Charlotte, one of the ladies complained. “The girl with the connections is here. Ugh… she’s so annoying!”
“What connections?”
“Think about it. Could an ordinary receptionist take leaves whenever she wants and not get fired? She definitely has some prominent connections.”
“That sounds about right… “
Charlotte did not say anything when she heard those remarks. She merely placed her stuff on her table and started reading.
They had a lot of free time there, so Charlotte had a lot of time to study.
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