Chapter 70


    "Come on! We were just having lunch. How can you threaten to fire us over that?" the workers


    protested, their voices filled with disbelief and angst.


    "Ms. Josefina, we''re all in the same boat here, just trying to make a living. Why make things tough


    for your employees?" They tried to appeal to the sense ofradeship that they hoped still existed.


    Sitting regally in her chair, Josefina exuded an aura ofmanding presence, her expression one


    of haughty disdain. Her eyes, bright as stars, fixed on Jaxon with an icy re. Her words came out


    sharp as mes. "Jaxon, you still recognize you''re a senior employee, huh? Impressive. But since


    when have senior employees not stuck to their schedules? Skipping work without any reason?"


    Her direct confrontation left many of the workers with sour expressions, their pride wounded. They


    hadn''t anticipated Josefina''s boldness to call them out so bluntly, leaving them no dignity to save.


    Jaxon, riled up, retorted, "I took everyone out for a meal today, so what if we went over time by an


    hour?"


    "So you like to hang out, Jaxon? Maybe you should just quit, then. You can drink into the wee


    hours, and no one will bat an eye. But work hours are work hours. Tardiness and leaving early will


    be dealt with by the book. We have rules for a reason. Without them, thepany would be in


    chaos."


    Jaxon''s face was like the color of storm clouds, and though his brows were furrowed in anger, he


    dared not talk back to Josefina. Crossing Josefina meant you might as well pack your bags and


    leave. He was livid, turned on his heel, and stormed back to his office, leaving the others meekly


    returning to their desks, heads down, not daring to make a sound.


    Josefina''s cold gaze swept over the crowd, her presence so dominant that it felt like the air was too


    thick to breathe.


    ...


    Back in his office, Jaxon was seething, tempted to smash something. He had once dreamed he''d


    take the reins of thepany, but Josefina''s sudden rise had shattered that dream. He couldn''t


    swallow the bitter pill of defeat.


    Grabbing his phone, he dialed angrily. "Miss, Josefina is just too much. We can''t handle her."


    "Just wait," a woman''s voice replied from the other end of the line.


    Jaxonmented, "She doesn''t y by the rules and shows no respect for us workers. A single


    minutete, and she''s on your case, not to mention her iron-fisted hold on power, crafting horrible


    policies."


    After venting his frustrations, Jaxon pressed, "Can''t we just get rid of her?"


    "Not yet. Stay cool for now. See what she does next."


    Jaxon had no choice but to agree, "Fine. But Josefina is a nobody. Why can''t we just kick her out?


    You could squash her as easily as an ant, right?"


    There was a moment of silence from the other end before the call ended without another word.


    Jaxon cursed under his breath, his mind racing as he leaned back in his chair. At that moment,


    there was a knock on the door. It was Josefina.


    "Come in!" Jaxon barked, his tone less than weing.


    Josefina entered, holding a stack of papers, while Jaxon''s eyes bore into her as ifced with venom.


    "Ms. Josefina, may I ask what brings you here?"


    Josefina ced the files on the desk, her voice even, "Jaxon, I''ve been reviewing thepany''s


    recent contracts. These two, in particr, are troubling. They''re with some no-name fabric mills, yet


    the prices are higher than established suppliers. Why is that?"


    Shock flickered in Jaxon''s eyes, but he masked it with indignation. "Are you questioning my


    judgment and decisions?"


    Josefina nodded simply. "That''s right."


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    Taking a deep breath, Jaxon tried to defend his position, "You can''t just dismiss these smaller mills.


    They can produce quality fabric. If you don''t understand the business, then don''t interfere with our


    work."


    Josefina thenid out a piece of fabric on the desk. "You call this quality?"


    Jaxon was in shock. He looked into Josefina''s piercing eyes, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt.


    "How is this not quality fabric? Just do your job and don''t worry about past contracts. What''s it to


    you? Are you a Harrison heiress or something to be sticking your nose in everywhere?"