"It's okay. Compared to our department meetings, I'm more concerned about what my subordinates are saying about me in private."
The more Assistant Fletcher didn't want to say, the more interested Summer Lowell became in the matter.
Seeing her intent on hearing the gossip, Assistant Fletcher sighed helplessly, "It's just the usual stuff—suspicions that you're about to jump ship to the Sinclair Group, the leaked draft incident, and the project being snatched by the Sinclair Group."
There were other things that Assistant Fletcher ultimately felt uncomfortable saying out loud.
But Summer Lowell had already guessed the unsaid words from her expression.
"Do people in the company suspect that I'm secretly colluding with Maxim Sinclair, deliberately leaking the drafts, and letting the project go to the Sinclair Group?"
