When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 156

At the FitzGerald Group.

The air was charged with the tension one could slice with a knife.

“Good morning, Mr. Neal,” Kristin feigned a chance encounter, her voice as smooth as silk. “I’m Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant. It seems we’ll be seeing quite a bit of each other. If there’s anything you need, just say the word.”

Kristin was Rhett’s right hand, and her solicitude was a clear reflection of Rhett’s attitude.

Neal sauntered into the elevator, the picture of confidence. “So you’re Kristin? Do your best by Mr. FitzGerald’s side.”

“Of course.” Kristin nodded vigorously, eagerly pressing the elevator button for him.

“Word has it the company’s looking for a new vice president. What’s the word of Mr. FitzGerald?” Neal’s question hung heavy with unspoken meaning, betraying his uncertainty.

*You mean you haven’t heard? Kristin replied, feigning surprise. “Mr. FitzGerald holds you in high regard, Mr. Neal.”

Neal looked Kristin up and down, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Smart cookie, aren’t you?”

“You flatter me.” Kristin bowed slightly, her attentiveness extending to holding the elevator doors open until he exited.

“Kristin, Mr. FitzGerald wants us to make an appearance at today’s gathering after work,” York approached as Kristin stepped out of the elevator. “He’s planning to give a shout–out to Mr. Neal from the Investment Division…”

“Shh!” Kristin hissed, pulling York aside discreetly.

Neal glanced back, catching York’s mention of his name. He followed quietly, hiding around the corner, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I heard Mr. FitzGerald telling the Investment Division that he’s impressed with Neal’s skills. He even mentioned that the Investment Division couldn’t do without Neal. With Neal’s popularity soaring, we’ve got to find a way to keep him on board. If a headhunter snatches him away, it would be a huge blow,” York whispered to Kristin.

“I bet he’s the next vice president. But honestly, our company’s perks for vice president aren’t that grand. As for the vice presidents of the Project Division, their deal isn’t as sweet as what the Investment Division offers. If I were Neal, I’d negotiate hard. He should push to merge the Investment Division and Project Division under his control. I wouldn’t slip such a juicy opportunity.”

Neal listened intently from his hiding spot, his thoughts as deep as the ocean. Kristin was right. As the Project Director of the Investment Division, he had access to a wealth of opportunities that a mere company vice president could only dream of.

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held more prestige and the promise of company shares in the long run, but the Investment Division was far more lucrative. If he could manage to

and Project Division, it would

wasn’t sure of his influence over Rhett.

negotiate terms. If Rhett failed to meet his demands, resignation could be a powerful

corner, Kristin peeked out, ensuring Neal was gone, then turned to York with

chops,” York complimented with

bashfully waved him off. “Oh, it was nothing.”

he solidifies his internal network, that’s bad news for us,”

better for us. We just wait for him to slip up. A faction without unity crumbles when the incentives dry up. Once his support falls

respect

and looked back. “With your skills, you don’t have to take any guff,

voice low.

FitzGerald. He may be a tough nut to

silent, pondering

the employee cafeteria.

up with the board members. Seizing the opportunity, York ushered

plate,” York insisted, handing Kristin a beautifully carved apple.

food, causing her to

whispered, glancing around before griping about Rhett. “Let me tell you, Mr. FitzGerald loves to squeeze every drop out of his employees. You skipped breakfast, so eat

at his words, her eyes darting to the looming figure of Rhett

to fetch her a glass, only to freeze

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standing right behind him,

didn’t expect you here:

merely gestured to a chair, indicating for York to wipe

to Rhett but was met with his icy gaze, a

Rhett

crashing into the corner of the table, wincing as he sucked in a sharp breath. “Mr. FitzGerald, she’s an assistant too, why can’t she clean

clock,” Rhett said, nodding