Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 241: Noah Persuades Summer Lowell to Return
The meeting room doors were tightly closed, and employees who weren’t part of the meeting sat at their desks, each filled with restless thoughts.
On the surface, it seemed like they were diligently working, but in reality, they were all slacking off in chat groups, discussing the content of the meeting inside.
In the newly renovated design director’s office, Luna looked pale with panic.
The matter of a shareholder taking bribes had been exposed, and it seemed unlikely that she, who had bribed the shareholder to climb to the director position, could remain any longer.
After panicking for a while, Luna stood up, walked to the filing cabinet, opened the safe inside, and checked for any documents that might incriminate her.
After confirming there were no materials that could land her in jail, she let out a long sigh of relief, self-assuringly saying, "It’s just bribery, framing Summer Lowell, and deliberately damaging the company’s interests have nothing to do with me. I won’t go to jail."
Just as she comforted herself, the office door was opened from the outside.
The person who came was Noah’s assistant, and seeing him, Luna quickly forced a flattering smile and welcomed him. But when she saw the two uniformed officers behind him, her smile instantly froze.
Why were the police here so quickly?
Could it be...
One of the officers showed her a document: "Ms. Luna, hello, you are suspected of involvement in an economic crime case. Please come with us."
Within two minutes of Luna being taken away by the police, the news spread throughout the company, reaching even the top-floor president’s office where Noah was smoking.
When the assistant went up to report the news, the smoke in the office was so thick it almost choked him out.
The assistant waited for a while, then went in to turn on the ventilation system, cautiously advising Noah, "Your throat just healed not long ago, you shouldn’t smoke so much; it’s bad for your health."
Noah didn’t heed his advice and lit another cigarette: "Have the police left?"
The assistant nodded: "The police have taken Director Luna away."
"I understand. From now on, I’ll personally oversee the matters of the design department. Assign any unimportant tasks you have to others, and go help me manage the design department for now."
"Understood, President Norris, I’ll head over right away." Shortly after the assistant left, Noah extinguished the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray, picked up his phone, and dialed the number of Summer Lowell, whom he hadn’t contacted in a long time.
Summer was surprised to receive Noah’s call, as Assistant Fletcher had mentioned Noah when contacting her a couple of days ago.
Thus, she had been hesitating whether to give Noah a call to greet him, but since Maxim Sinclair had been pressing her to discuss the lawsuit with the lawyer, she had forgotten about it.
"President Norris..." Summer’s tone and emotions sounded complex.
Noah started by asking about her well-being: "Before, when the Huxley family held the engagement party, I happened to see some photos from a friend. The person in the photos looked like you, so I asked around out of curiosity. You’ve had quite a tough time these past few months!"
Summer felt an inexplicable sense of shame, knowing her past matters were known by her former boss: "It’s all in the past. Thank you for your concern, but why did you call me today..."
"The information you sent over is very important. You must have gone through a lot of trouble collecting that evidence, huh?"
Summer paused, then realized what he meant: "It’s alright, I didn’t go through much trouble. All this evidence was already collected by Maxim Sinclair beforehand."
"He prepared this evidence in advance," Noah paused for a moment, "but then, it’s not surprising he would do such a thing!"
The conversation suddenly fell into silence for no apparent reason.
After a little while, Noah spoke again: "Maxim Sinclair is not an ordinary person. If you’re with him... Summer, I know it’s not my place to say, but you know, I’ve always admired you, and in my view, you should be more inclined to continue your career."
"Yes, President Norris, but currently I can’t focus on my career. If there’s an opportunity, I hope we can appear on the same stage again."
Summer didn’t dare say she wanted to work with him again. Maxim Sinclair’s attitude was clear, and she wouldn’t be returning to Stellart anytime soon.
Noah would definitely stay in Stellarion to manage the branch, and Stellarion was Maxim Sinclair’s turf.
Not wanting to discuss this further, Summer deliberately changed the subject: "President Norris, the company must be unsettled now, right?"
"The meeting just ended not long ago, a meeting that went on for nearly two hours, full of arguments from start to finish. In all the years since Stellart was established, it’s the first time we’ve encountered such a situation. Just ten minutes ago, the police took away Luna, who used to work as a designer under you."
"Luna? How is she involved in this?" Summer had a strong impression of this designer, as she was arguably the most talented among the designers, though her temperament was somewhat peculiar. During Summer’s nearly half-year term as design director, she never managed to establish a good relationship with Luna.
"One of the two shareholders implicated in this case had quite a close relationship with Luna. Luna bribed one of the shareholders and became director after you left."
"I see," Summer wasn’t surprised; she had seen Luna’s ambition and felt her hostility from the first glance.
Noah spent a long time talking to Summer, nearly recounting the entire content of today’s meeting to her.
At the end of the conversation, Summer sensed something was off.
Soon after, Noah revealed the real purpose of his call today: "Now that your grievances have been cleared, would you like to come back to work? You don’t have to worry about what everyone at the company might say about you. I’ll handle it, and as my guarantee, no one at headquarters will criticize you. Moreover, you are truly talented and have made extraordinary contributions to the company."
Contributions?
Wasn’t this contribution about the time when she stole confidential files?
"No rush, let’s discuss it once everything has settled down," Summer had to rely on Maxim Sinclair to help win her lawsuit, so she couldn’t agree with Noah now.
Otherwise, if Maxim Sinclair were really upset, it would be fortunate if he simply didn’t help her; otherwise, there was no telling what he might do.
Noah knew she was with Maxim Sinclair and wasn’t free, sighed twice, and offered a promise he rarely made: "When you change your mind, you can contact me directly. I’ll reserve the director’s position for a year, will that be enough? In this year, I’ll take on the director’s role myself. I know you want to come back, and I also know your dilemmas."
Summer was naturally touched by these words: "Thank you, President Norris, I appreciate your kindness, but for the sake of the bigger picture, you shouldn’t sacrifice this much for me. Whether or not I’ll stay in Stellarion is still uncertain."
