NovelEnglishAlda then entered, leading a group of ladies, all of them bowing in a line in front of Frank. "Good morning, sir!" Alda stood nearby with poise like Meg Quill, spreading her arms at Frank and exclaiming, "Now, take your pick!" Frank glanced between her and Sylvie and sighed exasperatedly. "Stop. Let them get back to work." e on. Choose one, Mr. Frankton!" "No. And I mean now." Alda stuck her tongue out at him, but she had no choice but to send the ladies away. "What a boor. They may notpare toor Ms. Wal, but they're pretty nheless. How could you just let them go like that?" Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Why do you seem more excited than me?" Alda shrugged. "It's the first tI'm seeing someone this obedient." That was when two employees entered, bringing a desk, aputer, and other furniture for a workstation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What?" Alda and Sylvie were left perplexed.
Jada strode in just then and nodded at them. "Good morning. I'll be working here starting today and keeping a blind eye to whatever else happens. Just pretend that I don't exist." Alda and Sylvie traded glances-how could they pretend that she did not exist, when a living, breathing person was sitting right there? Fortunately, Pax was a genuine hedonist who had a lounge built into his office to avoid being disturbed...
Meanwhile, Jada brought a stack of documents over to Frank. "Please familiarize yourself with these, Mr. Frankton. We'll be going for a tour in the afternoon." Fortunately, Frank was a fast learner and read through everything before noon.
Despite the many flaws in his character, Pax had business acumen and had done well keeping thepany going.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the afternoon, everyone headed to the cafeteria, which had two separate floors for normal employees and executives respectively.
Even so, Sylvie was puzzled to see the executive cafeteria empty. "There should be many executives in thispany... Why won't they eat here? Because they want to feel superior?" Alda smiled in wry amusement. "The food is good, but they just aren't interested and are hunting elsewhere." Sylvie laughed. "Hunting? Are you sure that's the right word?' ། Still, they soon got their food. Even as they made small talk, Jada was constantly helping Frank get familiar with the new environment, explaining the differences between the two cafeterias. en.kikistories Although the executive cafeteria had a better menu for food and beverages, the price was no different.
Even before Frank said a word, Alda was snapping, "That won't do! The employees wouldplain about preferential treatment if they find out! Us Ingrams would dine with our employees without regard for difference in status." en.kikistories And to be honest, what era was this, maintaining such a hierarchical tradition in the workplace? Anyone could survive without apany, even taking food delivery or construction labor jobs if they had to. There was no reason to bend themselves backward to a pecking order, which would only lead to wasted potential. en.kikistories After all, no matter how talented one was, if they were bound by the impression that they did not amount to much, they would eventually end up one of a million anyway.
Pride goes before a fall, but so does excessive humility.
"What do you think, Mr. Frankton?" Jada asked, since Alda was not really the boss.
"She speaks my mind. Just do it!" "Yes, Mr. Frankton."
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