“Miss Phillips… Regarding this situation…”Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Lydia gestured for silence.


    She wasn’t one for borate schemes Like Hannah, so after seeking Hannah’s advice earlier, Lydia was prepared for the meeting’s eventualities.


    “Five remain.


    If any wish to depart, do so now.


    ”


    Jorge surveyed his allies, who remained silent, indicating no dissent.


    “Everyone’s still around, so let me say what I need.


    I can handle the business n on my own.


    What I really need is for someone to help me gather some background on this project.


    I’ve juste on board and don’t yet know all about Phillips Group’s advantages from the past.


    Can you help me out?”


    Jorge agreed, “We’ve archived thepany’s past data.


    We’llpile it urgently and deliver it promptly.


    ”


    “Good.


    ”


    Lydia nced down, fingers dancing over her device, adding Jorge to a new group chat.


    “Bring up any queries here.


    You can invite the restter.


    ”


    “Understood, Miss Phillips.


    ”


    Exiting the meeting room, Jorge exhaled deeply, a wave of relief washing over him.


    Beside him, a colleague quietly suggested, “How about dinner after we wrap up here?”


    “I signed up for this, Jorge responded firmly.


    “I can handle the extra hours.


    You should head home on time.


    Yet, his team protested, their voices united.


    “We’ve stayed to support you.


    Leaving you to face this alone isn’t an option for us.


    ”


    Their concern was palpable.


    “We’re aware you’re stuck in a tough spot, and Miss Phillips’ request is hard to turn down.


    We wouldn’t want to make things even tougher for you, would we?”


    Amid their exchange, the sharp tone of a message alert pierced the air.


    Ding Dong!


    One member nced at his phone, a crestfallen expression taking over.


    “Really? No rest even when we’re just catching up? f@ck? Take a look at this!”


    His exmation was followed by widened eyes of disbelief.


    As they were approaching their desks, Dry had overheard their conversation.


    She scoffed with a mocking smile, “Seems like you’re doomed to be overwhelmed.


    Even if we left, Miss Phillips couldn’t touch us.


    You’re worrying over nothing.


    You’re swamped with our own tasks, and yet you’re piling on more.


    I have no idea what’s going on inside your head!”


    Jorge frowned at her, irritation clear in his voice.


    “If you’re not willing to help, at least refrain from mocking.


    ”


    Their spat was suddenly halted by an incredulous cry from the colleague.


    “Miss Phillips… she just sent us twenty thousand dors each!” Ah!


    The argument ceased as everyone reached for their phones.


    Sure enough, Lydia had transferred a generous sum to each of the five team members!


    Lydia’s message was brief.


    “Thanks, everyone.


    Bubble teas on me.


    ”


    Yet… What kind of bubble tea would cost twenty thousand dors?