Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 40

"No need; I’m just going to take a look around." Rosemary glanced at the elevator’s floor layout and randomly pressed the button for the second floor, the design department.

Early in the morning, there were only a few people in the design department. Some were playing with their phones, and some were catching some z’s. The atmosphere was lax as hell.

The receptionist knocked on the door when she led Rosemary in.

But when the design department saw that she brought a high school–looking girl, they thought she was a family member; they didn’t give a hoot. "Nadia, did you bring your family to work today?" A chubby woman laughed, "Come play some games with me!"

Nadia quickly gave her the stink eye to shut her up.

"What’s wrong with your eyes?"

The chubby woman didn’t notice anything, but Rosemary came over and saw the woman playing a game on her computer and lazily pointed out, "You’re about to lose."

The chubby woman was taken aback. Did this girl know the game’s strategy?

"You could do this."

The chubby woman listened to Rosemary’s advice, and her hand involuntarily started to move.

Under Rosemary’s guidance, the chubby woman won the game in a short time.

"Wow, you’re really something! How old are you?" The chubby woman patted Rosemary’s shoulder and asked, "Can you help me win a couple more rounds? I’ll buy you some candy!"

"This is Ms. Collins, the company’s head, sent by headquarters!" The receptionist immediately explained, "Now you guys better get to work, focus on your designs, and stop messing around."

The chubby woman looked at the high–school–looking girl in front of her. She was utterly shocked; she didn’t know what to say!

She? The company’s head was sent by headquarters?

She’s so young; she hadn’t even graduated from high school yet, right?

Was she some big shot’s lover who got her this job to torture them?

Everyone else was also puzzled about Rosemary’s age; how could she manage a company?

"With the way you play, you won’t win in three to five months." Rosemary patted the chubby woman’s shoulder and said, "Better get to work and earn some more money."

As Rosemary was about to leave the design department, she spotted a girl in the corner wearing headphones, her back to them, and drawing something on a piece of white paper.

"This is Molly, the most diligent and ambitious designer in our company." Nadia, the receptionist, said, gently touching Molly’s shoulder.

Molly removed her headphones and looked at the stranger in front of her, somewhat puzzled but still politely asking, "Do you need something from me?

The office was too noisy just now; she was drawing drafts with her headphones on and had no idea what was going on.

"This is Ms. Collins, our company’s head." Nadia whispered, "You better greet her."

Molly looked at Rosemary, immediately stood up, and timidly but respectfully said, "Good morning, Ms.Collins."

"Are these all your designs?" Rosemary’s eyes fell on a stack of drafts.

"Yes." Molly quickly handed the drafts to Rosemary.

"Molly graduated from college at 18. She was a real brainiac at school! She loves fashion design, and she’s already designed quite a few pieces for the company since she started last month."

"Pretty good." Rosemary handed the drafts back to her, saying, "Keep it up."

"Thank you, Ms. Collins," Molly watched Rosemary’s retreating figure; she didn’t expect that she was about the same age as her and that she was already the head of the company! That meant she must ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

be really capable!

After going around the company, Rosemary found that the overall atmosphere was incredibly lax. Before

coming to this company, all the companies she managed combined weren’t one percent as lax as this one!

This place was seriously going downhill. Not a spark of life in sight.

Rosemary walked back into the office and barely took a seat when Dean, the perpetually late assistant,barged in.

"Sorry I’m late, huh? Where’s the boss? Wasn’t he supposed to be here today? Kid, have you seen the boss? You need to get up; he should be arriving soon! You can’t sit there!"

Dean rattled on, then realized the girl in front of him was just watching him with a nonchalant air that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Rosemary."

"Ms. Collins," Dean rushed forward, scared out of his wits.

From his stammering explanation, Rosemary got the gist.

A year ago, the Collins family entered the fashion industry, hiring a number of talents, some good at management and others at design.

They even sent a head honcho, Oscar, to oversee things.

But as time passed, the company saw little improvement.

Disappointed, many of the talents left.

From initial expectations to complete neglect, the headquarters had grown distant. The overall atmosphere in the company was pretty lax.

Dean had been here for a year, and despite his frustration, he lacked the capacity to change things.

"Call a meeting half an hour from now. I want every department head and member of management present."

"Yes." Dean rushed off to send out mass notifications.

Half an hour later.

In the meeting room, out of 38 chairs that should have been filled, only nine people showed up.

"Ms. Collins, the head of finance says her kids sick today; she took a leave to take him to the hospital."

"The head of procurement says he’s not feeling well; he’s resting at home."

Before Dean can finish, Rosemary cut him off: "Tell them if they’re not here tomorrow, they needn’t bother coming back ever."

Those who came to the meeting thought Rosemary was just playing tough.

"Just because I’m here, it means you folks need to kiss your lazy days goodbye, or you can kiss the company goodbye."

Everyone looked up at her; little did they know she ran her own company with an even tighter ship. Any employee who didn’t pull their weight would’ve been fired long ago.

"Now, who can tell me the current state of the company, any progress we’ve made, and our future plans?" Rosemary scanned the room.

Nobody spoke up.

"I’ll ask again." Rosemary repeated her question, but the response was the same: no one answered.

She realized instantly that this was the current state of the company. No progress, no future plans.

Just then, a voice piped up.

"Ms. Collins."

"Hmm?"

"Also, I think our department’s designs are pretty awesome, but for some reason, we just can’t make a sale." Rosemary kept silent.