The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 480

"Of course I mean it literally. It's not like I don't have hands," Violet shot back.

Her assistant rolled her eyes, making a silent vow to march straight to HR today- she was done being Violet's lackey.

“Ms. Marchand, we're all equals here. If you want something to drink, get it yourself. Stop bossing people around," someone called out, standing up for the assistant.

Violet whipped her head around, glaring at the speaker. "Did I say you could speak? Who do you think you are, butting in?"

"Ms. Marchand, that's out of line," the woman retorted. "At least everyone in our department actually works for a living, unlike some people who sleep their way to new clients. This is the PR department, not a brothel."

The implication couldn't have been clearer. Violet heard it loud and clear-these people were one step away from calling her a whore to her face.

"What did you just say?" Violet's voice shook with rage; she was still reeling from being humiliated by Simms and now she was getting it from her own team.

She wanted to take out her frustration on them, but the PR staff had been itching for a chance to go after her.

don't know what

client. She worked her tail off for weeks, and you get all the credit just because

You've barely been here a week, and just because

after another, the disgruntled employees

direct supervisor. All department achievements go to the manager- that's how it works.

at Quantum Core Technologies, every department success had ultimately been credited to her. She'd always gotten the biggest bonus, and of course,

rule is that?

and see

one was backing

achievements? Rumor had it

ver

everyone knew

to blame. Violet.

was so furious she hadn't even shown up to work. The whole department had