Chapter 4

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Cindy froze on the spot. In the past, however outrageous Trevon's behavior had been, it had always been outside the company, and he had never crossed the line on the job.

But now it seemed that love had clouded his judgment, as when he openly brought his mistress into the company and gave Annie such a prominent position.

Even if Cindy cared nothing at all about their relationship or how inseparable they were, in a personnel decision of this magnitude, with so many eyes watching, where did Trevon put the reputation of the Austen family?

What would Cindy's parents have thought if they had known this in another world?

Trevon trampled on her dignity with eagerness, tore open her deepest wounds, and forced her to face the brutal reality.

Her heart was broken.

"We might be seeing each other every day from now on, so let's hope our cooperation is a success," Annie smiled slyly and turned on her high heels, entering Trevon's office.

Cindy remained numb and did not come to her senses until Elle, the assistant, hurried to her side.

"Mrs. Gilson, are you alright?"

Cindy's face was pallid, and Elle was very worried as she reached out to touch Cindy's forehead.

Feeling the cold touch, Cindy was snapped back to reality. As she looked down at her wristwatch, she noticed the red imprint of her own fingernails on her palm.

Just now she was almost out of control. That wasn't good. Lately, she had seemed to be easily provoked into inexplicable anger, especially in the face of Trevon . . .

Perhaps she was simply too tired.

"I'm fine," she waved her hand and headed towards her office.

"The board of directors has made quite a fuss this time. What should we do?"

"We'll handle it like we always have when faced with such situations. It's not like we haven't been scolded before. If it comes to that, I have thick skin, and I'm used to it!"

Once again, the desk was piled with files of complaints, and Cindy frowned and let out a bitter laugh. "How did I, a director, become a customer service? Why are these complaint files being left for me to deal with?"

Elle pouted. "It's all because of Mr. Norris. He says all these complaints are a result of your lifestyle issues and that you should handle them yourself."

Cindy chuckled in exasperation and casually picked up one of the files. "So, the problems with the internal testing of the product are also a result of my lifestyle?"

Elle could not help bursting into laughter.

"Mrs. Gilson?"

"Yes?"

Elle hesitated and then fell silent.

Cindy looked up at her and asked, "What's the matter?"

Elle swallowed nervously, smiling warmly as she leaned closer. "Why don't you talk to Mr. Gilson? After all, you're a couple. He would not stand by and do nothing. What do you think?"