Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 93

Chapter 93:

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Coen met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Exactly, Linsey. Consider this a pivotal test of your probation. Perform poorly, and we may have to reconsider your position here. So, I urge you to pour your utmost dedication into this.”

Linsey’s excitement was laced with a palpable nervous tension. She was stepping into uncharted territory, her first substantial responsibility since she had joined the company.

“Coen, I’m a little nervous. Without much practical experience, I’m not sure I’ll be able to do my best,” she remarked, her eyes earnest and seeking reassurance. “In case I run into any problems, would it be alright to turn to you for help?”

As he observed her genuine concern, Coen’s eyebrow arched slightly, a hint of approval flickering across his features. Feeling good, Coen decided to offer a few more helpful suggestions.

“Of course. While this is your responsibility, don’t hesitate to lean on your colleagues or engage directly with the client. It’s crucial to maintain open lines of communication.”

“Alright, thank you, Coen.” Linsey exited the office, clutching the file close to her chest.

Her words weren’t meant to butter up Coen. Everything she said came from the heart. Despite her long-standing familiarity with fashion design, this was her first venture into handling a client’s design request on her own. Her inexperience was palpable, and she knew she had to consult with seasoned colleagues before diving in.

Coen’s aloof demeanor was one hurdle, but her own proactive approach to seeking guidance was another challenge altogether.

If she nailed this project, not only would it bolster her confidence, but Coen, her supervisor, would also reap the rewards.

Linsey had to figure out the best ways and resources that worked for her. Determined, she vowed to draw on every strength she possessed to excel in this assignment.

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As Linsey navigated through the maze of desks, a mocking tone cut through the buzz of the office.

“Look who’s finally got an order. Took you long enough,” Cynthia scoffed disdainfully.

Maintaining her poise, Linsey strode by, choosing to let Cynthia’s barb fade into the quiet rhythm of the office. Unwilling to back off, Cynthia pressed on.

“Linsey, you’d better brace yourself. I’ve heard the client you’re dealing with is tough to satisfy and even knows the company’s founder personally. The poor souls who’ve tried working with her before were so exasperated, they couldn’t stand it anymore.”

She clicked her tongue and taunted, “It’s only a matter of time before you follow them out the door. What a pity, since we both started here on the same day.”

Linsey halted abruptly, spinning around to face Cynthia, whose lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk.

It dawned on Linsey that this had been the hot topic of conversation among Cynthia and her clique earlier. There was no doubt in her mind. Cynthia and these people were just sitting around, waiting for her to make a complete fool of herself. Despite the sting of Cynthia’s words, Linsey maintained her composure, her voice steady and resolute.

“Don’t waste your energy worrying about me. I’m certain I’ll get this done.”

Linsey turned on her heel and strode back to her desk. She dove into her research, her focus sharpened to a fine point, determined to excel. Cynthia, seeing her attempt to unsettle Linsey fail, felt a surge of rage. She clenched her jaw tightly, eyes narrowing as a cunning plan began to take shape in her mind.

It wasn’t over yet; she was hell-bent on ruining Linsey and throwing her out of CR Corporation.

Linsey was utterly absorbed in her work, oblivious to the fading day outside her office window. One by one, her colleagues had drifted away, their desks now empty, leaving only silence around her. She remained anchored in her chair, her focus unwavering.

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