The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2235

Alda then entered, leading a group of ladies, all of them bowing in a line in front of Frank. "Good morning, sir!"

Alda stood nearby with poise like Meg Quill, spreading her arms at Frank and exclaiming, "Now, take your pick!"

Frank glanced between her and Sylvie and sighed exasperatedly. "Stop. Let them get back to work."

"Come on. Choose one, Mr. Frankton!"

"No. And I mean now."

Alda stuck her tongue out at him, but she had no choice but to send the ladies away. "What a boor. They may not compare to me or Ms. Wal, but they're pretty nonetheless. How could you just let them go like that?"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Why do you seem more excited than me?"

Alda shrugged. "It's the first time I'm seeing someone this obedient."

That was when two employees entered, bringing a desk, a computer, and other furniture for a workstation.

"What?" Alda and Sylvie were left perplexed.

Jada strode in just then and nodded at them. "Good morning. I'll be working here starting today and keeping a blind eye to whatever else happens. Just pretend that I don't exist."

Alda and Sylvie traded glances—how could they pretend that she did not exist, when a living, breathing person was sitting right there?

Fortunately, Pax was a genuine hedonist who had a lounge built into his office to avoid being disturbed…

Meanwhile, Jada brought a stack of documents over to Frank. "Please familiarize yourself with these, Mr. Frankton. We'll be going for a tour in the afternoon."

Fortunately, Frank was a fast learner and read through everything before noon.

And to be honest, what era was this, maintaining such a hierarchical tradition in the workplace?

Anyone could survive without a company, even taking food delivery or construction labor jobs if they had to. There was no reason to bend themselves backward to a pecking order, which would only lead to wasted potential.

After all, no matter how talented one was, if they were bound by the impression that they did not amount to much, they would eventually end up one of a million anyway.

Pride goes before a fall, but so does excessive humility.

"What do you think, Mr. Frankton?" Jada asked, since Alda was not really the boss.

"She speaks my mind. Just do it!"

"Yes, Mr. Frankton."