Chapter 79 Linsey, You’d
Better Brace Yourself
Linsey churned through a whirlwind of thoughts, but still followed Coen into the seclusion of his office with a tentative
step.
As he closed the door with a soft click, he reached for a file sprawled across the desk and extended it toward her.
“This is a major client’s order, and it’s now in your hands. I trust you’ll uphold the standards of our department,” Coen stated, his voice carrying a mix of command and expectation.
The assignment took Linsey by surprise, her eyes widening slightly. Her heart thudded with a sudden rush of excitement mixed with a pinch of anxiety.
“Really? Even though I’m still within my probation period?” she queried, her voice tinged with disbelief as she accepted the
file, fingers brushing lightly against the paper.
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.
She then 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 thrown out of CR Corporation.
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