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    Katelyn could barely keep a straight face as she listened to Celia. Her eyebrow arched in disbelief.

    She was a neer, having joined only three days earlier, swamped with deadlines and piles of designs yet to be finished. She hadn’t even visited the design department or attended any meetings. Yet here she was, being used of forcing several employees to resign, as if she wielded such influence.

    As soon as Celia finished, another disgruntled worker jumped in.

    “Mr. Adams, do you think it’s wise to entrust her with such a crucial department? I’d rather resign than work under her leadership.”

    Vincent’s face hardened slightly, a sign of displeasure only noticeable to those familiar with him.

    Samuel, having overheard the entire conversation, looked at Celia and her allies with a trace of pity. They had clearly angered Vincent.

    Vincent loathed being cornered, especially with threats of a collective resignation from his staff. Did they really believe the Adams Group would crumble without them?

    Thepany’s design department was highly sought after, with countless applicants each year. Yet here they were, threatening to quit as if they held all the cards. They seemed to have a misguided sense of their importance.

    Watching Celia and her group swell with indignation, Katelyn couldn’t help but apud softly.

    The sound wasn’t loud, but in the quiet office, it drew everyone’s attention.

    “Stop portraying yourselves as victims,” Katelyn said. “Why not share with Mr. Adams what was said in the bathroom? If you’re resigning,e clean about everything.”

    Katelyn’s tone was rxed, and she appeared disinterested, showing no response to theirints. After exiting the bathroom earlier, Katelyn had pondered resigning herself.

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    The corporate environment didn’t seem right for her, nor did she appreciate the constant office politics dampening her spirits.

    Now, even though she was considering leaving, she was determined to clear her name first.

    Katelyn’s words left the group that had seemed so confident now visibly unsettled, particrly the two instigators of the bathroom gossip.

    Their difort was evident under Vincent’s intense scrutiny.

    Vincent seemed to grasp the gist of the matter, and his piercing gaze unsettled them further.

    Under his watchful eye, it felt as though no secret could remain hidden.

    The tension was so palpable that theypletely forgot the statements and discussions they had nned earlier in the design department.

    Katelyn looked disdainfully at the woman with short hair. From their earlier encounter in the bathroom, Katelyn had identified her as the weakest link—someone who would fold under a bit of pressure.

    “So, who will speak up, you or me? Choose wisely, because if I start talking, I might just exaggerate your mistakes the way you exaggerated mine.”

    Her statement was both a reminder and a threat, and it quickly broke the woman with short hair.

    Vincent’s stare felt like a looming guillotine, its unseen de ready to drop at any moment.

    Overwhelmed with fear and eager to escape scrutiny, she quickly confessed everything.

    As she spilled the details, the atmosphere in the office turned colder, prompting everyone to shiver and rub their arms as goosebumps appeared. Celia’s face darkened with each passing moment.

    This woman had clearly crumbled under the pressure.

    They had spoken ill behind the supervisor’s back, spread rumors about her personal affairs, engaged in defamation, hurled direct insults, and now resorted to threatening resignation to intensify the situation.

    Nopany would tolerate such behavior, especially one under Vincent’s leadership.

    He ran thepany with a firm hand and always prevented any negativity or collusion among the staff.

    Realizing the seriousness of her predicament, the woman with short hair was on the verge of tears, scrambling to defend herself.

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