Every project had been handled personally by me—from design to production. I knew every detail.
But Sadie? She didn’t know a single thing. After just a few days, more than a dozen clients filed complaints, demanding that I take over again, or else they’d cancel their contracts.
The company was about to take a huge financial hit.
Finally, Cody couldn’t stomach it anymore. He lowered himself and walked to my sad little desk.
“Phoebe, these projects were originally yours. There are some technical issues now. Go coordinate and get the clients satisfied.”
I lazily looked up at him, acting confused.
“Sir, did you come to the wrong person? I’m still suspended, remember?”
He paused for a second, his voice going stiff.
“Even if you’re suspended, you still have to work. It’s company policy. You’re responsible for your own projects.”
I spread my hands.
“But I already logged out of everything. I can’t access any of the files.”
His expression froze, his eyes filled with suppressed anger.
“Suspension isn’t termination! Why’d you log out? Re‑apply for access right now.”
I calmly looked at him.
“You’re the one who said ‘if you’re not in the position, don’t do the job.’ I’m just following orders, sir.”