Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 405

The other members of the design department thought Effie would be easy to fool, so they grabbed a few discarded drafts and handed them in as their submissions.

They assumed they'd breeze through approval just like Shirley had. To their surprise, Effie tore into them with a sharp critique.

"If you think you can just coast by with work like this, maybe you shouldn't be at The Etheridge Group at all. We don't keep dead weight here! You're earning a generous salary, yet you're just slacking off? If that's the case, you might as well leave and make room for people who actually care about their work."

The hopeful few who'd tried to cut corners flushed with embarrassment, shuffling out of Effie's office with their heads down.

But Effie's feedback wasn't just empty criticism. She pointed out every flaw in their designs, giving them clear directions for improvement and a real shot at learning.

In this regard, Effie was already miles ahead of their previous manager, Irving Butler.

"I never expected Miss Bagnold to be so tough," someone whispered. "She always seemed pretty easygoing."

"That's not entirely fair," another chimed in. "I just went to her to ask for time off because my son has a fever and my husband's out of town. I told her I needed to pick him up from daycare and take him to the doctor. She agreed to let me go- but said I'd need to make up the hours later."

"That's already way better than what Irving would've done. He never let us take any personal days."

the team began to accept Effie as their

was especially pleased. She couldn't wait to share the good news with

after hours to get things done just so they can look 'hardworking.' Once your shift is over, your time is your own -I won't bother you. If something unusual comes up, like

empty promises. I'll be reporting all of this to upper management so you can have a better work environment. Of course, while I'm doing my best, I hope you'll

sank in, everyone broke

and never lose sight of her ideals, she really would be

way home, she stopped by the market, picking up carrots

ries.

soup, pickled some carrots,

to find Effie busy in the kitchen. He

bag and said, “Let me

patted his hand. "It's almost done. Just wash up,

the food on the

gourmight not have looked

was

unappetizing.

actually reminded him a little of a meal he'd had once