When Leo Yardley picked up the phone, he froze, convinced he had misheard. He clarified, syllable by syllable, "Are you saying you want the entire project team to work through the entire Christmas and New Year break?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Vivienne replied, her voice dripping with arrogant authority. "Because of your team's incompetence, the experimental data isn't ready. Of course you have to work overtime to fix it. If the entire project schedule gets derailed, are you going to personally cover the financial losses?"
Leo had already explained the timeline to her multiple times. He knew she was just flexing her power to be malicious, but he forced himself to explain it again. "It's not that the experiment failed. The comparative baseline data hasn't finished processing yet. We are running a control study. If the baseline group isn't complete, pulling data from a single variable group is scientifically meaningless."
"Missing data is not an excuse. Figure it out. Run more parallel batches. Do I really have to spoon-feed you basic concepts?"
Hearing that, Leo felt a spike of pure anger shoot to his head. "Do you even know how biological trials work? You can't just snap your fingers and magically spawn results. It requires scientific rigor. The cultures take time to incubate! It's not as simple as you think. Everything we are doing is strictly adhering to the mandated protocols."
Vivienne was ruthless. "I don't care. I want the data. If the data isn't there, that's your problem, and you will work the holidays to fix it."
Leo bit back a curse. There was no point arguing logic with a corporate tyrant who didn't even understand the basic mechanics of a lab. But since the directive came from the top, he couldn't just ignore it entirely.
He tried to negotiate. "People have plans for the holidays. Several members of the team are from out of state and haven't seen their families in a year; they already booked flights home. How about this: I will stay back and cover the lab alone. The rest of the team gets their time off."
He was making a massive concession, hoping she would just take the win and drop it. But Vivienne was merciless. "Absolutely not. Did you forget I am the Project Lead? What I say goes. You do not have the authority to negotiate with me."

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