"Yes, I gave you some freedom to make your own decisions, but that doesn't mean you should act recklessly.”

Donna didn't care what she said yesterday. She had worked in this company for so many years. She was confident that she could solve this problem.

She stepped in front of Ariana, effectively cutting her off. With a wave of her hand and a deceptive smile, Donna attempted to spin the situation to her advantage.

As Theodore's icy gaze fell upon her, Donna felt her words stick in her throat, leaving her stuttering and tongue-tied. Her mind went blank as she struggled to remember what she had intended to say.

It was Ariana, who, with a derisive snort, took charge of the situation, stepping forward to explain everything.

Theodore listened impassively, his inscrutable expression giving away nothing of his thoughts or feelings.

As Donna became increasingly flustered, Theodore's assistant, Horace, suddenly entered the room, further adding to the tension in the air.

“As you are well aware, each agent has a basic quota for signing up, and it is not mandatory for them to report to their superiors. Thus, this contract is in accordance with our company's rules. Take this contract to the HR department for registration, Ms. Scott." Horace gestured toward the door, his eyes cold as he spoke.

Donna refused to accept the situation. She knew that the Anderson Group was in for major changes after the shareholders' meeting. It was unclear whether Theodore would still be in charge of the company.

With this in mind, Donna tried to stall and delay the signing until the end of the meeting by using the excuse of being too preoccupied with work.

“Begging your pardon, but is it not the case that you are not qualified for this position if you cannot prioritize this critical task?" Theodore's voice was smooth and silky, but his words cut like a knife. He gestured for Horace, who instantly understood what he was indicating.

Horace took immediate action, announcing that Donna was demoted from department director to team leader.

Donna was seething with anger and couldn't hold back any longer.

"I demand an explanation! | did everything by the book. Agents are required to report to their superiors before signing artists. Permission is necessary! You can't treat me like this!"

Theodore's response was nonchalant as he raised an eyebrow in amusement. He turned to Horace and instructed him with precision, "Horace, make sure you personally take over the work from Ms. Scott. Pay attention to the bank accounts connected with the partners. Check whether they are corporate or private accounts.

Don't screw this up."

Donna's heart was pounding furiously in her chest. She knew she had been caught red-handed, and Theodore was undoubtedly sending her a waming. She broke out in a cold sweat, her face drained of color.

Donna quickly shifted her demeanor, from being argumentative to fawning, hoping to salvage the situation.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all. I'll handle the contract myself, and spare the HR department the hassle," she said in a simpering tone.

Theodore's patience had worn thin. He brusquely dismissed her, saying curtly, “Fine, then go ahead." He didn't even bother to look in her direction.