The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1741

The next day, I headed to Sandra's workplace to begin work.

"I have yet to familiarize myself with this field and will have to trouble you to guide me, Director Tyler."

My suspicions toward her last night had made me act like I was interrogating her during our meal yesterday. Thus, I felt apologetic toward Sandra and spoke to her in a gentler tone.

It seemed that Sandra had not taken yesterday's events to heart and merely led me to my workspace as she said, "You're too kind, President Lane. I believe your talents will aid in our project's advancement.”

Hearing her address me as 'President Lane' made me feel weird, and I hurriedly waved my hands as I said, "Please don't call me that. I'm not in charge of the company anymore and am merely one of your subordinates. We're close in age, so you can just call me by my name."

"Alright." Sandra took a noticeable pause before she smiled and said, "In that case, I'll address you as Wanda going forth. You can't work too hard now since you’re pregnant, and after thinking about it, I feel that data integration will be a more suitable task for you."

"Data integration?”

Sandra motioned for me to sit down before she took the mouse and clicked it so the screen displayed the correct page. "We conduct system tests every morning, and all you need to do is consolidate and archive the data the programmers send over." "Alright, understood.”

I had not done much clerical work before, but I was pretty good at organizing data.

Seemingly worried I would overthink things, Sandra added, “This is very important. It’s a crucial part of our systems analysis process, so no mistakes should be made. But I'm sure you can handle it.”

"Don’t worry. I understand that every position is important and valuable."

Then, Sandra gathered all employees within the department and said, "This is the department's newest employee, but I'm sure you all know her better than I do. I hope everyone can work well with each other and complete the project successfully." When she finished speaking, she turned to me and pointed to someone else as she said, "This is Queenie, the project leader. You can ask her any questions you might have."

I nodded as I turned toward Queenie to smile at her. She returned my smile, but I could see obvious contempt in her eyes as she gazed at me. Were my eyes playing tricks on me?