Chapter 96


    “What the hell do you mean?” Oscar asked with irritation.


    “Seriously, you’re a vice president but you don’t even know basic manners! Are you here for some kind


    of soap opera? If you’re that good, why don’t you just take my position at the head office? If not, just


    chill out and do your job! Is it helpful toe here and whine when you can’t solve your own


    problems?” Arabe said.


    “You!” Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He didn’t expect this kid to be such a tough cookie.


    “Only when you learn what respect and manners are, you have a right to knock on my door! Now,


    scram!” Arabe said.


    Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He turned around and left.


    Molly was stunned, ncing at the direction Oscar left, then at the woman in front of her. What a


    badass!


    Arabe’s eyes went back to the papers, “We were discussing this. The sleeves you designed. And this


    hemline, change it to this.”


    Molly was too distracted to listen. Feeling the girl’s dominating aura, she swallowed, wishing she could


    be as cool.


    “Got it?” Arabe looked up at her.


    “Yes.” Molly snapped out of it, “I’ll go make the changes right away.”


    After Molly left with her drawings, Dean came to Arabe with a thumbs up, “Ms. Bet, you’re


    absolutely brilliant! I’ve been working here for a year, and I’ve never seen Mr. Oscar like this!” Dean


    was thrilled, “He finally met his match!”


    I’m his match?” Arabe asked.


    “No.” Dean hurriedly corrected himself, “But Mr. Oscar holds grudges, and he might give you a hard


    time. Be careful, Ms. Bet!”


    “So, I should just let him mess with me? Do I look like a doormat to you?” Arabe said.


    Dean looked at her in awe. How could someone so young be so cool?


    “From now on, don’t let any small fry in here. They spoil the mood.” Arabe said.


    “Roger that!” Dean said.


    After Dean left, Arabe leaned back in her chair, checking previouspany reports. Her phone


    vibrated a few times. Messages from Romeo and her parents, before she could reply, there was a


    knock on the door.


    “Ms. Bet, Director Linda from HR wants to see you.” Dean’s voice came from outside, sounding a


    bit concerned.


    “Let her in.” Arabe said.


    Arabe put down her phone, looked up at the woman standing in front of her. She looked no older


    than her twenties, but she radiated authority, “Ms. Bet, ying the tough boss on your first day,


    huh?”


    Linda stormed over to Arabe, mming her fist on the desk, “I was sent here by the head office when


    thepany was founded, now you just want to fire me? So, you think you own the ce? Do you


    even care about the head office’s decision?”


    She said this, ring angrily at Arabe, clearly unhappy with Arabe’s decisions.


    The sneaky employees peeking from outside were startled, they thought, “Is Ms. Bet’s desk


    something she can just bang on? How dare she make eye contact with Ms. Bet!”


    Arabe knew the office door was wide open, and many pairs of eyes were watching her. Dean wanted


    to shoo them away, but they loved a good drama, eager to see what would happen next. So none of


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    them would leave.


    Arabe’s gazended on the woman in front of her. She said calmly, “The one who doesn’t care about


    the head office’s decision is you, Director Linda. I’ve seen your attendance record. Do you have


    anything to say for yourself?”