Abigail’s Second Life

L. Moon was always the closest clothing production company to the entertainment industry. Due to its proximity to this highly profitable circle, individuals within the company gradually developed negative habits, such as gossiping about the company's industry. If such information leaked from the company, it could severely damage its reputation.

Abigail had observed numerous incidents because of this at L. Moon over the past six months, resulting in a decline in their reputation and Garrett's resignation.

Josh faced challenges in effectively managing the Pearsons' business and L. Moon.

Upon hearing the discussions inside, she pushed open the door and entered.

Initially, the crowd thought it was a nobody. However, they were taken aback when they saw her. They quickly straightened up and tidied the snacks on the table.

"The design plans for Mr. Gardner's production team must be completed this week. If not, the team leader in charge of this project must be held accountable!" Abigail said before entering the office. Shortly after, Charlie Lambert, who had taken over Garrett's position, entered the office.

"Miss Quinn, hundreds of drawings remain for this project, and we only have four days left. How can we possibly finish on time? Working overtime to the point of exhaustion will harm our reputation," said Charlie as he lowered his head.

Abigail turned on the computer, entered the password, and then turned to face him. "Mr. Lambert, right? Are you in charge of this project?"

"No," Charlie murmured.

in her chair,

realizing that Abigail

Mr. Gardner last night, saying that this project has been on hold for nearly three months. Everyone is waiting, yet we have not completed the designs,"

gulped hard and remained

breach of contract fines, we have lost approximately 15 million. What do

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must figure out how to pay the approximately 15 million fine!" Abigail coldly interrupted. She wondered if they thought she was oblivious by attempting to establish factions

looked up at Abigail abruptly and said, "Miss Quinn, this is unjust. I can accept the fact that you want us to resign, but

and Delilah, so leave," Abigail stated coldly, redirecting her attention to the computer. She had sent an email

over a dozen designers were also laid off. After addressing the

good to have you back, but my team... We are waiting to begin. What about the

her. If it weren't for her

would like to invite you and your crew to dinner at the Venus Hotel tonight to

to have to do this. Just let me know when things will be ready." Timothy had no choice. If Abigail hadn't returned for a few more days, the contract between the crew and L.

Mr. Gardner, please don't refuse me. Give me a