Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Becky sensed that someone was staring at her and turned to look, only to find that Rory’s car was next to hers.

How unlucky!

She raised her eyebrows and quickly looked away.

Minutes ticked by but the traffic was unrelenting. At nine o’clock, Talia called. “Miss Ramos, will you attend the meeting later?”

“Yes. Please tell Mr. Perkins that I’m stuck in traffic and will be there in around ten minutes.”

“Okay, will do.”

Fortunately, as soon as she got off the phone with Talia, the road ahead cleared up.

Becky hurried to Fairway Group. The meeting was to be held at nine o’clock, and she was running late. By the time she arrived, the conference room was already full of people.

Becky pushed the door open and walked in. Elvin looked up at her and said with displeasure, “Miss Ramos is finally here. Let’s start.”

She knew she was in

the East Village. This was the project Becky had taken over the previous night, and the

difficult for

to come up with a backup plan earlier this year. What I said to the villagers last night were not empty words. This is just business. Aren’t both parties supposed to cooperate? If the other party refuses to budge, then we have to adjust. Since we have a backup plan, there’s no need to bend over backward to accommodate the

unheard of for a new manager to scold a CEO like this. For a moment,

level of prestige. However, Becky was new here, and people with insight knew that

so they just kept silent,

since Becky finished speaking, but nobody said a

She smiled and looked at Myron Barrett, the vice president. “Mr. Barrett, what do

surely is young, but I agree with her. The East Village has been trying to take advantage of us because they knew that we wanted their

department manager, who was sitting

was so mad that his face turned a little purple. He shot Becky a glance and said, “Since everyone agrees with Miss Ramos, I’ll wait

last few words through

and smiled. “I won’t let you