The Ex and Her Riches

Queenie hadn’t expected Whitney to step forward.

She’s simply making things worse! She’s just an insignificant intern who hasn’t even been made a permanent employee and can’t possibly bear the responsibility for this matter!

She shook her head at latter, signaling her to sit down. However, Whitney voluntarily walked out.

Everyone in the conference room wore an expectant expression, eager to see what her plan was.

Whitney walked over to the large screen, picked up the corresponding remote control, and adjusted it to the darkest color. Then, she picked up a marker from the side and began to write swiftly on the whiteboard.

After jotting down a few headings, she cleared her throat and said, “The proposal was fully entrusted to me by Ms. Zeller. I’m grateful for the opportunity she gave me to complete the proposal by myself. I take full responsibility for the failure to submit it this time. Ms. Zeller shouldn’t have to take the blame for me. I admit I have broken the trust she placed in me and also affected the company. I’m sorry.”

As she spoke, she bowed deeply once again.

Charles frowned and said nothing.

Then, Whitney added, “I’m just an inconspicuous intern in the company. I don’t have an impressive educational background or extraordinary abilities, but I believe that as long as I have faith, I can achieve a lot. Throughout this period of study, I’ve learned many things I never got to encounter in the past. This wouldn’t have been possible without Ms. Zeller’s guidance. I’m very grateful to her. Unlike other departments in the company, the logistics department is responsible for coordinating logistical support across all departments. As for the plans concerning the logistics department, these are my thoughts.”

Watching her speak eloquently, Charles drummed his slender fingers on the table lightly in a rhythmic yet offbeat pattern.

It’s only been half a month, but her confidence has grown significantly. Her entire person exudes a different allure.

He propped a hand against his chin, listening to what she had to say next.

Whitney spoke with enthusiasm, and quite a few people agreed with her ideas.

“Many companies still regard the logistics department as a jack-of-all-trades department presently, but that is not the case. If the board of directors is the company’s brain, then the logistics department is the- heart. It is responsible for regulating the operations of all departments and ensuring that their daily needs. are met. I believe the company should…”

As she talked incessantly, Lana, who had initially planned to watch her make a fool of herself, clenched her teeth in anger.

this woman always steal

frustrated, but there was nothing she

entirety of my plan. Additionally,

everyone turned their eyes

that was capable of accommodating over a thousand

dared to make a

hung her head low, not daring to meet Charles’

remembered Charles

I

clenched her hands tightly as though waiting

conference room fell into a prolonged silence before Charles finally

has a thorough understanding of some concepts and is indeed

stopped with his gaze

of thought and made Whitney feel like she was

dared not casually speculate about his thoughts, much

the proposal was indeed due to your carelessness. If you weren’t in charge of something related to the logistics department today, you would have caused a huge loss to the company. If you want to pass your internship, think about how you can make up

saying that, Charles stood up and walked out of

had left, those in the conference room finally dared to speak. They

talked-about topic was

it seems that Mr. Newton intends to

Mr. Newton’s personality, how could he possibly let a mere intern off the

to our branch ended up in the hands of our collaboration partner. Although it didn’t cause any significant financial loss, Mr. Newton was furious. Not only did he fire that employee, but he also made it clear that any company

to the spot. They couldn’t help but sigh. “It looks like beauty is the real asset these days. Capabilities and such come

discussed some other matters before finally leaving the conference

and Whitney

me preferential treatment? I thought it was my capabilities that earned

on the whiteboard and was planning to leave when Queenie called

thoughts, she headed toward Queenie.

“Ms. Zeller.”