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."

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

tension. The supervisor bowed deeply.

office, their feelings

plece, it was time for her to leave. Just as she was about to clock out, she received a call from Edward,

"Mr. Moore?” she answered

on the line had

They had arranged to have

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course. I'll head over

car waiting

Edward waiting for her

out and left the building. Sure enough, a car with

her, prepared to put away his tablet-only to see Janice blocked by a large potted plant in

and moved to walk past, but Simon

more.

you

this on purpose, Janice?” Simon's tone was biting. “Joining Prosper

with force. "Spite you? You think you're

how else could

have gotten i

Group and become the Product Division CEO?" Simon

his calls. Simon figured she must have blocked Alex's number. Furious at her audacity, he came here personally

out. After all, Prosper Stitch Group's website had just updated its management profiles that day, including

looks to their fullest, haven't you, Janice?" Simon's voice

the feeling of betrayal. How could she

of entitlement made him say, almost patronizingly, “Janice, I'm willing to overlook your disrespect and stubbornness. Leave Prosper

could he

wanted to leave, but Simon

"Poaching my people right in front of me—isn't that a bit

his instincts

a luxury car, exuding an air of quiet dominance Simon

Who was he?

country for years. Anything requiring attention was always handled by Matilda

Smith." The man's voice was

didn't hesitate. She walked toward him, distancing herself

Simon, shameless as ever, grabbed her and pulled her into his arms right in