Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 19 Chapter 19

Threats had always been Simon's go-to tactic with Janice. But this time, he miscalculated.

While it might have worked like a charm in the past, it certainly wasn't guaranteed to work now-especially since Alex hadn't even managed to get through to Janice's phone.

Janice's first day on the job was packed to the brim. From selecting designs to reorganizing seamstresses and setting tasks for the next quarter, she barely had time to grab a bite. Her efficiency and last pace were a stark contrast to the previously lackadaisical crochet department.

The abrupt shift left some employees grumbling:

"Remember how easy it used to be? Clock in, clock out, enjoy lunch, do a little crochet, then head home. Now look at this mess!"

“Seriously, how are we supposed to finish analyzing all these patterns?"

It wasn't just about analysis-they were now expected to write weekly reports, too.

But Janice wasn't trying to make things difficult or prove herself as a new leader. Refined Threads had clear standards, and these tasks were well within a reasonable workload. With normal effort, there wouldn't even be a need for overtime.

The real issue? The seamstresses had grown used to the old ways: disorganized, no clear rules, and no direct oversight from either the CEO or the VP. Now that structure and accountability were being introduced, resistance was inevitable.

Janice was well aware of this mindset. So, before the day ended, she called an impromptu meeting with the four department supervisors.

"Not using the conference room?" Isabella asked, puzzled.

Sunny chuckled. “Ms. Smith said to meet in her office."

The four supervisors followed Sunny to Janice's office. Inside, Janice was busy framing a crochet piece, her head bent and focused. Without looking up, she said, "Let's keep this brief.""

The five of them stood in a neat row, waiting

Janice said while still working, “The Product Division has been too relaxed for too long. Adjusting to this new workflow will take time, but it's your job to guide the seamstresses. Apart from analyzing and summarizing designs, their only responsibility is crochet. Nothing else. And let me be clear-the reports are non-negotiable- no exception."

She finally looked up, her gaze sharp. All four supervisors nodded in unison.

"As long as the work quality meets the standard, I don't care how you spend your day. You could sleep for all I care❞

"Understood, Ms. Smith," they chorused,

Janice shifted her attention to Sunny, holding a screwdriver from her framing work. "If the tasks aren't completed, I'll hold you

accountable."

Sunny immediately straightened. "Understood!"

"Ms. Smith," Luna hesitated. “I have a family emergency. Could I leave a little early today?"

"Is your work done?"

"Yes, everything's been handled."

your work is complete and you have an emergency, just take care of it. There is no need to report to

tension. The supervisor bowed deeply. "Thank

five left her office, their

her to leave. Just as she

"Mr. Moore?” she answered

line had an almost tangible quality

arranged to have

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gather her things. “Of course. I'll head

a car

waiting for her

Sure enough, a car with its hazard lights on

his tablet-only to see Janice

to exchange a single word with him and moved to walk past, but Simon grabbed her arm. His grip was strong, and the pain made

more.

are you doing?"

purpose, Janice?” Simon's tone was

wrenched her arm free with force. "Spite you? You

how else

have gotten i

Group and become the Product Division CEO?"

Simon figured

all, Prosper Stitch Group's website

haven't you, Janice?" Simon's voice dripped with contempt.

could she have

I'm willing to overlook your disrespect and stubbornness. Leave Prosper Stitch Group now and come back to Refined Threads. Work

could he

leave, but

Fitzgerald," a deep male voice interrupted. "Poaching my people right in front of me—isn't that

whipped around, his instincts

a luxury car, exuding an air of quiet dominance Simon instantly felt the presence of

Who was he?

requiring attention

Smith." The man's voice

hesitate. She walked toward

as ever, grabbed her and pulled her into