When I entered the meeting room, Lindsay and Nigel were already seated, waiting for me. Several papers were spread across the table, densely filled with writing.
Lindsay’s expression was cold: "Is it really just because I didn’t promote you that you had to go this far and resign?"
Even now, she still thought this was just me throwing a tantrum.
Nigel pretended to comfort me: "Brad, don’t be so upset. Even though I’m the vice president now, I don’t have as much experience as you. I’ll need your guidance moving forward."
Lindsay pushed the papers in front of me and said, "I’ll pretend I didn’t see your resignation letter, but this won’t happen again. I don’t want you playing games with serious matters. Here’s the deal—you’ll be Nigel’s assistant for the next few months. Once you’ve learned your lesson, you can return to your original position."
"I’ve already informed Nigel that he will take over the project you’ve been working on. He’ll handle the negotiations from now on, and you’ll assist him."
The people around us, who had been listening quietly, were shocked.
I’m the founder of the company and the most experienced leader here. Nigel, on the other hand, is a newcomer. Yet, Lindsay was assigning me to be his assistant.
Assistants are typically the ones who handle paperwork and odd jobs—tasks anyone could do.
Nigel feigned surprise. "Lindsay, is this really the right decision?"
Lindsay scoffed coldly, "He dared to threaten me with his resignation. I didn’t ask him to leave immediately, so this is more than fair."
Nigel pretended to resist. "Forget it. Director Duncan is too proud. How can he be my assistant? Let’s just drop it."
I let them finish their little act, then calmly spoke, "Sorry, I don’t plan to continue working here. Please sign the resignation report."
Lindsay’s face froze, her teeth clenched as she glared at me. "Don’t be so ungrateful!"
"You think you can just come and go from the company like that?"
"If I sign this, you’ll never have a chance with me, not even if you beg. Think it through!"
She threatened, but I wasn’t concerned.
"Oh, I understand. I’ve signed it. Just sign it."
I had no intention of returning to this place.
Lindsay’s fists tightened, and her eyes were filled with emotion as she stared at me.
I pushed the resignation report toward her. "Please, go ahead."
Lindsay held her neck stiffly. "Don’t regret it!"
Then, without another word, she picked up the pen and signed it, driving the tip into the paper with force.
Nigel couldn’t hide his smugness and sneered, "Some people are so short-sighted, they angered our Lindsay. It won’t be easy to make things right in the future!"
I chuckled. "If you have time to mock me, you might as well focus on the problems you’re facing right now."
Lindsay was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Before I could respond, the HR representative rushed in, visibly anxious.
"It's bad, President! The investors you invited have backed out, and a representative from one of the partners downstairs is saying they want to withdraw their investment!"
