Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 145: Discussing the Matter of Staying or Leaving

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Discussing the Matter of Staying or Leaving

Unable to glean any useful information from Maxim Sinclair, Summer Lowell went to the break room with a heavy heart to pour herself a coffee.

Just as she reached the doorway, she heard the people inside talking about her.

"It’s a shame President Norris has always supported her, who would have thought that his good intentions would raise such an ingrate."

"From the very first day she came to Stellarion, I knew she was no good."

The speaker was another designer who was close to Bright Moon: "She’s younger than all of us, her degree isn’t from any top school, her work experience might be decent with a few impressive awards, but how can she just parachute in and become director, making us veteran designers seem so useless."

After speaking, the break room was filled with disgruntled voices.

These were complaints Summer had heard countless times, and she had long grown numb to them.

But today’s situation felt different; although there had always been such gossip, these people had never been this brazen.

Summer secretly clenched the cup in her hand. If she wasn’t mistaken, today’s boldness was likely related to what Noah had told her this morning.

In the design department, there were four or five designers with substantial backgrounds, all woven in various ways with the shareholders or executives at the headquarters. This was why she, as the design director, was constantly targeted.

While Summer was speculating about how much information these people had, Bright Moon, who had been silent but present, suddenly spoke: "What do you think her relationship with Maxim Sinclair really is?"

"Does that even need guessing? Anyone with eyes can see what kind of relationship it is. Maxim Sinclair, ever since assuming control of the Sinclair Group, hasn’t had a close woman by his side. Who knows what trickery our Director Lowell used to snag such a golden catch."

Linda, also present, gave a malicious chuckle: "There’s something I don’t know if you’re aware of. I joined the company at the same time as Summer, but later she was sent by the company to the Sinclair Group, supposedly as an undercover."

Some present knew of this, while others didn’t.

Those unaware were eager for more details and pressed Linda: "So what happened later? Did she gather any useful information?"

Linda pouted her bright red lips and snorted maliciously: "Later, I heard from colleagues that she became Maxim Sinclair’s secretary, but not long after, she returned, apparently with something very important, and it’s likely because of this that she became director."

"Tsk tsk, she’s really someone with means!"

Bright Moon glanced at the familiar figure peering through the gap, smirked lightly, and casually remarked: "Seems like she has some experience, huh? Could it be that she bargained with herself?"

Having said that, the designers present shared knowing smiles.

Summer painfully closed her eyes, then clutched her cup and turned to return to her office.

Once inside the office, an intolerant Summer raised her hand and smashed the porcelain cup in her hand.

Outside the door, Assistant Fletcher, who was conversing with someone, faintly heard some noise and pushed the door open to check the situation.

Seeing the floor littered with porcelain shards, Assistant Fletcher quickly closed the door behind him, went to a small compartment on the side to retrieve cleaning tools, and meticulously cleaned up every piece.

Finally, he went out and brought back a cup of coffee for Summer.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Summer gazed blankly at the scenery outside and shook her head, not taking the coffee.

Assistant Fletcher, noticing her reaction and thinking about the demeanor of the designers outside today, had his suspicions.

But he dared not ask.

After an unknown amount of time, Summer turned her head, looking at Assistant Fletcher, who was still holding the coffee and hadn’t left: "Why are you still standing here?"

Assistant Fletcher shook his head and offered her the coffee: "I haven’t been standing long; the coffee’s still hot, just right to drink."

Summer accepted the coffee with a complex smile and took a sip to calm herself.

She then managed a difficult smile at Assistant Fletcher: "Even though we’ve worked together for less than a year, you’re a very dedicated assistant, and I’m very glad to have worked with you for this long."

Assistant Fletcher was startled by her farewell tone, and with a trembling voice asked Summer: "What’s going on, Director Lowell, please don’t speak like that."

Summer gave a faint smile, lightly running her finger along the rim of her coffee cup: "I reckon I’ll soon be dismissed. But you have my contact details; if you still consider me a friend, perhaps someday we could go out for a meal together, if I’m still in Stellarion."

"No way, President Norris values you so much; he wouldn’t let you go."

"He can’t help me with this; it’s too complicated." Summer’s face turned pale with a smile, "You’re asking me what’s going on, yet even I don’t know what’s happening—just inexplicably blamed, then I’m supposed to pack up and leave."

Assistant Fletcher opened his mouth but didn’t know how to console her. Summer drained the coffee in one gulp: "I never told you this, but you make coffee exactly to my taste. It’s a pity I won’t be able to have it anymore."

"Director Lowell, are you considering a job change? If you are, I’d be willing to follow you." Assistant Fletcher blurted out.

Summer blinked away the tears threatening her eyes, then stepped forward to embrace her: "Though my half a year in Stellarion was unpleasant, I’m very glad to have met you. I might return to Leonia, and you’ll be welcome to visit me there."

A bewildered Assistant Fletcher was gently nudged out of the office by Summer.

Rendered speechless by the shock, Assistant Fletcher could only stand in a daze at the door.

Observing the situation from a distance, Bright Moon found an excuse to pull Assistant Fletcher aside, subtly probing for information about Summer.

Assistant Fletcher was naturally unwilling to reveal anything and diverted the conversation in every direction.

Unable to find out anything, Bright Moon seethed with anger, cursing underneath.

The designers, each with their means of gathering different bits of information, found themselves unable to focus on work today. Each one sat at their desks, pretending to be busy, while actually straining their ears and frantically seeking information through social tools.

The people from the Leonia Headquarters had been in Noah’s office on the top floor for almost two hours and still hadn’t come out. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The designers knew these people were discussing Summer’s future.

This detested parachuter was finally leaving, wasn’t she?

An additional hour passed, and Noah’s assistant, Elias, came to the design department. Under the scrutinizing eyes of the designers, he knocked on Summer’s office door: "President Norris requests you come upstairs now."