Janice grinned in vain. “I wouldn’t say that we’re close. It’s just babysitting Mr. Tremont’s kid. I wouldn’t be here today if Mr. Tremont hadn’t sponsored me. Alright, let’s get back to work. I’m still waiting to be confirmed.”
The bystanders muttered, “What’re you worried about? You’re definitely going to be confirmed since you’ve got such a good head start. It’s the others who should be worried.”
At that moment, their superior looked in their direction. “What’s with all this chatter during working hours? If you want to chat, go home!”
With the exception of Janice, everyone did not dare to retaliate and went back to their jobs. She shot her superior an unsatisfied look. She hadn’t been able to meet eye to eye with the old lady for quite a while now!
Her superior was no simple woman either. “What’s with that attitude, Janice? Do you detest me? This isn’t your company, so you must obey your superiors. If you want to be a princess, go home!”
Janice casually opened a bottle of yogurt and provoked her superior. “There are no rules in any company that forbids people from talking, so your orders are unreasonable. You sound as if you’re the owner of the company. This isn’t the way a superior should be treating their subordinates, am I wrong?”
Her superior’s face turned livid. “It’s my duty to manage this entire department, and you are to obey my every order as long as you are working here. You’re free to leave if you don’t like it!”
Janice said in a monotone voice, “What reason would you have to make me leave when my work performance has always been outstanding? Are you sure you’re not being too harsh by forbidding your staff from chatting when we have some free time? Why don’t you try appealing to either the director or Mr. Tremont and make me leave. We’ll see who comes out of this victorious.
Her superior was so enraged, she picked up a folder within her grasps and threw it at Janice. “The marketing department doesn’t need rookies like you!”
When Mary, who was just changing Smore’s diaper, saw Janice walk in with her bloodied face, she became shocked. Janice began to cry before Mary could even ask her what had happened. “Mr. Tremont, I can’t stay in this company any longer…”
Mark raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. “What’s the matter?”
Janice said chokingly, “My superior seems to hate me, and I don’t know why. My colleagues and I were just chatting since we had some free time, but then she picked up a folder and threw it at me. I believe it is normal for colleagues to communicate and understand each other better. Also, there are no rules in the company that state that chatter is forbidden during working hours, am I right? She’s dominating her subordinates just because she’s our superior, and it’s not just me who’s being dominated by her. The others in the department are facing the same issue as well.”
Mary felt strange. She thought that it wasn’t necessary for Mark to handle this sort of matter personally. Surely, the director could resolve this? The other managers could do it as well. Something was wrong with this girl. Just when Mary had made the decision to inform Arianne about this incident, Mark spoke up first. “You should look for the director to handle this matter. I’m busy.”
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