My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 525

Landon had sent a text: "Progress?"

Melody replied: "Smooth. The majority of the division has already defected to Stream Beta."

Landon quickly responded: "Don't close the net just yet. Leave her completely isolated for now."

Melody stared at the message, choosing not to reply immediately.

She actually loathed Landon's commanding tone.

Yet she had to admit, Landon was far better at manipulating human psychology than she had anticipated.

Appointing Seraphina as a lead, but stripping her of any personnel.

This kind of psychological humiliation was far more devastating than simply firing her.

As noon approached, the crowd in the conference room finally began to trickle out at a leisurely pace.

Some were carrying their half-finished coffees.

Others were chatting loudly about where to grab lunch.

Upon entering the division floor, they intentionally slowed their steps, acting as if they had only just noticed Seraphina sitting at her desk.

"Oh, Ms. Simmons, you're here already?"

"We honestly thought you weren't coming in today."

"Did no one tell you about the meeting?"

Seraphina looked up, meeting their mocking gazes. "No."

The person's smirk widened. "Ah, there are probably just too many chat groups. It must have slipped through the cracks."

Melody walked in from behind the crowd, wearing an apologetic expression. "Ms. Simmons, I am so terribly sorry."

Seraphina turned to her. "Did you forget as well, Melody?"

Melody placed a stack of documents on the desk. "Everyone has already chosen their streams. Since they are all in my group, I sent the meeting notification in my own dedicated chat."

She paused, softening her tone. "So, my apologies."

A few people in the office ducked their heads to hide their laughter.

Someone leaned casually against a cubicle. "Don't take it to heart, Ms. Simmons. After all, since you don't have a single team member on your side, it felt inappropriate to notify you anyway."

"Now, don't say that. Ms. Simmons is still a group lead, after all."

"A lead can hold a meeting by herself! She could just assign tasks to the thin air."

Snickers echoed from several directions across the room.

Right on cue, Seymour Marshall strolled in from the hallway.

Holding a folder in his hand, he noted the tense atmosphere, a gleam of amusement flashing in his eyes.

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