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.