She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 428

"I have the handover documents, and the contracts are signed. What do you think? Can I fire you?"

Ms. Walker was instantly silenced. She knew the Seabrook family would make Loyce's life hell, but her own last name wasn't Seabrook. She couldn't afford to completely burn bridges with the official new director. She'd let the higher-ups handle the dirty work.

Swallowing her rage, Ms. Walker gestured stiffly. "Then follow me. I've relayed your meeting requirements to all the executives. Whether they show up or not is out of my hands. I can't control them."

They hadn't walked more than a few steps when a woman wearing glasses, her eyes red and puffy, hurried toward them and stopped directly in front of Loyce. "Are you the new Director?"

Loyce nodded.

The next second, the woman shoved a resignation letter into her hands. "I quit. I don't even want severance. Please approve this immediately. I'll pack up my desk and leave right now."

Before Loyce could ask a single question, the woman turned on her heel to walk away.

Loyce opened the letter and checked the name and title at the bottom.

Jean Morgan.

Fabric Development Manager & Purchasing Specialist.

Loyce paused, then turned to call out, "Wait."

Jean stopped and looked back. "Is there something else, Director?"

"Come to my office in an hour. We need to talk," Loyce ordered. "I am not approving this resignation today."

Jean bit her lip. Though confused, she nodded. "Alright."

Top-Floor Conference Room.

Ms. Walker pushed the doors open. The massive, luxurious room was completely empty.

Loyce checked her watch again. Less than ten minutes until the meeting. As she suspected, these people didn't take her seriously at all. Unbothered, she walked straight to the head of the table and sat down in the executive leather chair.

Loyce sat at the head of the table, her spine straight as an arrow.

She didn't spare a single glance at the squawking clowns. She simply kept her eyes downcast, her fingertips gracefully tracing the polished, mirror-like surface of the table, her movements elegant and slow.

However, the moment her fingers stilled, she slowly lifted her head.

The final deadline for the meeting arrived. The last person to walk through the door was Jean Morgan, holding a notebook and a pen. Compared to the empty desks of everyone else, it was obvious she was the only one taking her job seriously.

As Jean found a seat and kept her head down, someone immediately started mocking her. "Weren't you quitting? Did you see a new boss roll in and decide to suck up, hoping she'd fight your battles for you?"

Jean bit her lip, unable to hold back. "I don't need to suck up to anyone. I'm just doing my job! I didn't do anything wrong!"

The moment she finished speaking, the man mocking her—Louis Vance, a design supervisor loyal to the Seabrooks—let out a loud, malicious sneer.

"Oh? Your job? With your pathetic skills? All you do is mess around with scraps of fabric! The materials you source are always overpriced and a nightmare to work with! Do you know how much production time you've delayed? How much money you've cost the company? I bet you're purposely sabotaging us just to cause trouble for the Seabrooks! And now that the new 'Director' is here, you think you can manipulate a young girl and cling to her leg? Too late! Stop acting so pure!"