EuropeNovelChapter 480 "Of course I mean it literally. It's not like I don't have hands," Violet shot back.
Her assistant rolled her eyes, making a silent vow to march straight to HR today- she was done being Violet's lackey.
"Ms. Marchand, we're all equals here. If you want something to drink, get it yourself. Stop bossing people around," someone called out, standing up for the assistant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtViolet whipped her head around, glaring at the speaker. "Did I say you could speak? Who do you think you are, butting in?" "Ms. Marchand, that's out of line," the woman retorted. "At least everyone in our department actually works for a living, unlike speople who sleep their way to new clients. This is the PR department, not a brothel." The implication couldn't have been clearer. Violet heard it loud and clear-these people were one step away from calling her a whore to her face.
"What did you just say?" Violet's voice shook with rage; she was still reeling from being humiliated by Simms and now she was getting it from her own team.
She wanted to take out her frustration on them, but the PR staff had been itching for a chance to go after her. "Don't act like you don't know what we mean," someone snapped.
"You stole Maisie's client. She worked her tail off for weeks, and you get all the credit just because you slept with someone. Have you no shame?" "Exactly! Who do you think you are? You've barely been here a week, and just because you're the manager you think you can take credit for everybody else's work?" One after another, the disgruntled employees surrounded Violet.
"I am your direct supervisor. All department achievements go to the manager- that's how it works. Don't tellyou don't know the rules." Back at Quantum Core Technologies, every department success had ultimately been credited to her. She'd always gotten the biggest bonus, and of course, the other managers and assistant managers got their share. Why should it be any different at Golden Era Enterprises? "Says who? What kind of rule is that? You think we're just invisible here? We'll go to Mr. Miller and see what he says about this." No one was backing down.
Why should Violet, who barely did anything, get credit for all the PR department's achievements? Rumor had it she was even getting a bonus, even though the department wouldn't see a penny from this month's multi- million-dollar ver déal-and everyone knew who was to blame. Violet.
The assistant manager was so furious she hadn't even shown up to work. The whole department had finally had enough, and now they were pushing back.
"Go ahead, do whatever you want. You want to see Mr. Miller? Be my guest," Violet spat, her anger flaring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut before she could finish, a hand cracked across her face.
"Hit her! Teach this shameless bitch a lesson. She's ruining the company's reputation."
"We all play by the rules and win clients on merit, but she thinks she can spread her legs and get ahead. Disgraceful."
Stunned, Violet barely had tto process the first slap before another hit landed, and then another-she couldn't even tell who was striking her. "Do you dare lay a hand on me?" she gasped, incredulous.
"Damn right we do! And word is, you're not even Mr. Langford's girlfriend you're just the side piece People are talking. Mr. Langford's married, and you got run out of The Langford Group, only to chere and stir up trouble. Well, we're not letting you off easy. Girls let her have it!"
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