Chapter 173- VIP Floor Cards
Dean looked at the woman who had been doing nothing except whining from the moment she sat her foot here.
She and her daughter-in-law seemed to know nothing but used to claim as if they were the ones who were running MSin.
"Every branch is different, ma’am. We are supposed to follow orders given by Mr. Joseph or Mr. Sinclair," he said stoically.
"Fine!" she raised one shoulder in style, "Can you ask the event people to gather in the conference room? I need to know all the details about it."
Dean wanted to bang his head on the nearby wall, "Mrs. Sinclair. You attended the presentation last time," he pointed out, but she started shaking her head.
"I need to know the individual planning, Dean. Just gather them. Ok?" she lovingly patted his shoulder and went to the office that Dean assigned her last time.
He could still hear the heels clicking in the hall.
Standing there in the hallway, he sighed and started rubbing the nape of his neck, "Where have I gotten stuck, man? Is it some kind of a joke, nature is playing with me?"
Shaking his head, he went back to his seat. Today he would talk to Mr. Sinclair about this whole chaos on the floor.
He wasn’t hired to become an assistant to multiple bosses.
Like, come on. I’m not a rubber band who can stretch me in any direction they want!