In the director's office.
Jocelyn Tate sat on the sofa with a look of frustration.
Opposite her sat two people.
A man and a woman.
The woman was Valerie Fisher, around fifty, with an air of elegance, suggesting she had been quite beautiful in her youth.
The man, no need to mention, was Valerie's husband, Dwight Young.
"Xiao Xiao, it's not that your aunt is blaming you, but for such a big matter, how could you not handle it well? Keystone Works has never had such a big mistake. Losing money is a small matter, but the impact on the group's reputation is a big issue. What are you going to do about this mess?"
Valerie Fisher's face was full of regret.
But it was clear she felt a hidden sense of satisfaction.
Dwight Young was also visibly angry, saying, "You're just like your mom, too impulsive in doing things. Director Bates is such an experienced person, and you just replaced him so casually. Now look, you've caused a huge problem, haven't you?"
