Chapter 823 The Incident Before The Meeting
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Bolstered by Queenieâs expectations, Whitney was more motivated in her work and no longer felt lost.
However, she was spotted by the few when she went to the Queenieâs office. Annoyed, Sissi pretended to pick up a file and went over to Lanaâs side.
âLana, look. Whitney is off to see the Queenie again. She must have pulled some kind of trick.
Otherwise, why would the Queenie only want to see her?â
Watching Whitneyâs smug expression, Lana gritted her teeth, silently formulating a proposal.
The deadline was fast approaching, yet Whitney was still meticulously refining the final proposal.
This time, she was determined to prove those who looked down on her wrong. More importantly, she wanted to make the Queenie proud, to show the latter that it was right to have faith in her.
As the end of the workday approached, Whitney finally finished revising the final version. Brimming with confidence, she hit the save button.
The next day was when the final presentation was due. The proposal would surely make the logistics.
department stand out among the companyâs other departments.
Although she couldnât guarantee that it was the best proposal, Whitney was still very confident in her own proposal.
Having packed her things, Whitney left.
The next morning, Whitney arrived at the company early. She planned to carefully review the proposal once more, making sure there were no errors before sending it to Queenie.
But when she turned on her computer in excitement, she found that all the files on her computer had disappeared.
To ensure that no mistakes were made, she even backed up her files on the cloud. Right then, even the files on the cloud were gone.
The computer, the USB drive, and the cloud storage were all empty. Everything she had saved was gone.
She had clearly checked everything thoroughly last night.
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed through the air.
âYouâre quite early today, Whitney. Howâs your project proposal coming along? Weâre about to start the all- staff meeting soon. You wonât let us down, will you?â
Whitney looked up, meeting Lanaâs triumphant gaze.
It must be her. Recently, Lana hasnât given me any trouble. Sheâs probably just waiting for this day to see me make a fool of herself. If I mess up this time, I might even be asked to leave. Finishing the probation would be out of the question.
Although she had her suspicions, Whitney, without any evidence, could only stare at Lana in silence.
Lana chuckled lightly, putting on an innocent facade as she shrugged. âAll the best, Whitney, I believe you wonât let me down.â
After Lana swaggered away in her high heels, the tightly clenched fist of Whitney gradually loosened.
She glanced at the time. It was eight in the morning, while the meeting was at ten. There was simply no time to prepare another proposal.
What should I do? Iâve botched the first important task Ms. Zeller has ever entrusted to me. How could she ever trust me with another one? Forget it! Letâs give it a shot!
Whitney tried her best to stay calm, recalling the proposal she had completed last night.
At half past nine, the rest of the logistics department was already preparing to attend the meeting. Only Whitney was still relentlessly typing away at her keyboard.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but she had no time to wipe them off.
When Queenie stepped out of the office and saw Whitney still typing, she walked over.
âWhere is your project proposal? Why havenât you sent it to me yet?â
The sound of Queenieâs voice echoed in Whitneyâs ears. With a slight tremble of her hand, she stood up instantly, like a child who had done something wrong.
âIâm sorry, Ms. Zeller. Iâve messed up. Someone tampered with my computer last night and all the files are gone. Iâve tried every possible way to recover them, but all attempts have failed.â
At that point, she could only admit her mistake upfront. Blaming someone else would be an unwise decision.
Queenie paused for a moment, patted Whitneyâs shoulder, and said, âLetâs go to the meeting first.â
Did Ms. Zeller just calmly asked me to attend the meeting?
Whitney couldnât believe it. She had imagined all sorts of scenarios where the Queenie would lose his temper, but she never expected the Queenie to react that way.
When Whitney hadnât caught up with her, Queenie paused and turned around. âArenât you coming? Do you want to be late and get scolded again?â
Given that Queenie had spoken, Whitney hurriedly followed.
Every last month of each quarter, Newton Group would hold a general staff meeting. The number of Newton Group employees attending the meeting was in the thousands at least.
Charles sat on the stage, his deep blue eyes filled with indifference, occasionally casting a casual glance at the employees attending the meeting.
At nine-fifty-five, almost everyone attending the meeting had arrived. Isaac handed the tuned microphone to Charles.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation, waiting for the CEOâs speech.
As Whitney looked at Charles, her eyes were filled with admiration.
For a man as exceptional as him, his future other half would also be someone equally exceptional. â
Just as she was lost in thought, Charlesâs gaze suddenly turned toward her. Whitney instantly lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty about the project proposal.
âLook, Mr. Newton is looking this way!â Lana cried out in excitement.
She immediately started to preen and pose, putting on a charming expression as if Charles was about to call out her name at any second.
âNext, each department will present their respective summaries and goals for the next quarter, starting with the finance department.â
After Isaac finished speaking, the head of the finance department stood up, and a series of summaries and proposals from the finance department began to play on the big screen.
âThe finance departmentâ¦â
The folks in the finance department were engaged in a lively discussion, but Whitney simply didnât have the interest to listen.
What should I do when we get to their logistics department later? Should I admit my negligence in front of everyone?
Lana noticed Whitneyâs worried expression and said insidiously, âWhitney, youâve been visiting the Queenieâs office quite frequently lately. With all the attention youâve received from the Queenie, Iâm sure your proposal must be very impressive. I can hardly wait to see you present on behalf of the logistics department. If this proposal is successful, you can rightfully stay in the company. Let me congratulate you in advance.â
Although the words were congratulatory, Whitney didnât see a hint of genuine joy on Lanaâs face.
Instead, she the latter wore a look of schadenfreude.
Isnât she just looking forward to seeing me make a fool of myself? Iâm not going to let her have her way.
Amidst her anxiety, Whitney suddenly figured out her next move.
One department after another presented their reports, and soon it was the turn of the logistics department.
Charlesâs gaze fell on her once again, eagerly anticipating her proposal.
As the head of the logistics department, Queenie bore full responsibility for any mistakes made within her department.
She was the first to stand up. Bowing deeply toward Charles, she said, âMr. Newton, I am unable to submit the logistics departmentâs proposal. I take full responsibility. Please punish me as you see fit.â
Upon hearing that, Whitneyâs expression instantly turned frantic. She stood up and admitted, âMr.
Newton, this has nothing to do with Ms. Zeller. It was my negligence for pot properly saving the project proposal which led to the loss of the document. If you want to punish someone, punish me.â
It was my mistake to begin with. Ms. Zeller shouldnât have to take the blame for me.
As Queenie had helped her a lot during her time there, Whitney absolutely couldnât let the former be dragged down by the matter.