<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 959 A Professional Rtionship</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“She told us to decline the offer? Why” The employees were in disbelief.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It wasn’t every day that they got to enjoy avish meal for free, and now they were asked to decline the offer. What kind of joke is that?</font></font>This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The assistant couldn’t reveal that it was Miranda’s decision, so she phrased it delicately. “Our sales team is currently busy with five projects. If everyone puts in their best effort, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy dining wherever we want in the future.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The employees felt utterly disheartened upon hearing that.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Everyone knew that since Miranda took over as head of the sales department, their performance had not only declined, but themissions they were owed were never paid. If it weren’t for the fact that they had gotten used to working in Orion Corporation and the responsibility of supporting their wives, children, and elders back home, no one would tolerate such treatment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of the employees sighed. “At this rate, with the meager salesmissions we’re earning, we’ll have to reconsider even dining at an ordinary restaurant, let alone a five–star one.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The money they earned was all used to support their household expenses. How could they afford to spend it recklessly?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The assistant understood the employees‘ disappointment, but these were all rules set by Miranda, and she had no power to change them. All she could do was listen to her colleagues‘ints, filled with frustration herself.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Unbeknownst to Miranda, her standing among her subordinates was steadily deteriorating. Her sole focus was on securing the position of general manager. At the moment, she was just a branch manager in the ?ales department–one of the worst–performing branches with the least achievements.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s all because of Old Mr. Rainsworth’s favoritism! Nichs gets to be the CEO while Adrian is relegated to a branch office, and here I am, stuck managing a branch in the sales department?” The mere thought of it filled Miranda with fury.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">By the time noon rolled around, the meals everyone had ordered in the morning were promptly delivered.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">There were over five thousand people, which meant all the five–star hotels nearby catered to Orion Corporation’s staff meals for that day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">While employees from other departments happily enjoyed their meals, those in Miranda’s department could only miserably settle for takeout.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda was indifferent to her subordinates‘ feelings, as she enjoyed the privilege of having a private kitchen to cook for herself. To her, a meal from a five–star restaurant held little significance.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At this moment, in the CEO’s office at the top floor, everyone was overjoyed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs heard that Nathaniel had once again delivered food for thepany’s staff.</font></font>
Jocely remained firmly on Nichs‘ side. She couldn’t help but say, “Is Mr. Nathaniel nning to win the hearts of Orion Corporation’s employees?”
How childish! Who would take sides over a meal?
Nichs was exceptionally calm. “Of course not.”
He knew his older brother well, knowing thetter would never ingratiate himself with others.
Not including Cecilia, of course.
Through the ss wall, Nichs could see directly into Cecilia’s workspace. Her area was also enclosed by ss, providing him a clear view of everything she did inside.
“Shouldn’t we be careful then?” asked Jocelyn.
Nichs lightly tapped his finger on the office desk. “No need. You should go have lunch too.”
Cecilia might misunderstand if I forbid Nathaniel from sending food.
“I ordered my own meal and it hasn’t arrived yet,” Jocelyn immediately responded.
She knew that Nichs didn’t fancy Nathaniel, hence she declined Nathaniel’s offer.
Upon hearing that, Nichs turned to her and said, “You need to start thinking about yourself more, Don’t worry about me. Our rtionship is strictly professional.”
There was nothing wrong about his words, and his tone was as gentle as usual, yet what he said felt like a thorn piercing Jocelyn’s heart.
Jocelyn stood tall and straight, forcing a smile. “Of course. I understand. It’s just that I don’t like being indebted to someone. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.”
The moment Jocelyn turned around, her eyes welled up with tears.