The atmosphere was tense, the worker who had been scolded turned pale, sneering as he stepped forward.
"What do you mean by that? Even though we are just workers, we can’t be insulted like that, can we? You’re looking down on us too much!"
Yara Reagan didn’t back down, "You think you’re in the right? What, want to get physical?"
Saying this, Yara posed defensively, looking fearless and unafraid.
The workshop supervisor was sweating nervously, busy trying to stop them.
Unable to stop the worker, he went to restrain Yara, looking like a peacemaker.
Evelyn Clayton remained calm, glancing at the supervisor, her cool voice rising, somewhat calming the tension.
"This is a factory. If someone gets hurt in a fight, that’s one thing, but if you damage equipment worth millions, who’s going to pay for it?"
With that, Evelyn put on a half-smiling expression, looking at the indignant worker.
"Besides, as you said, we’re the bosses, and you’re the workers. If we hurt you, we just pay compensation, but if you hurt us, you could lose your job."
The icy voice brought everyone back to their senses.
Yara huffed lightly and dropped her hands, while the worker stood there, frowning but visibly softened.
Seeing the atmosphere ease up, the workshop supervisor took the opportunity to mediate, "Alright, alright, reworking isn’t really difficult, and I’m sure Director Clayton will give us time, right Director Clayton?"
Evelyn Clayton slightly curled her lips, her elegant face calm and composed.
"Of course, although the deadline is tight, I’ve calculated it, and reworking isn’t hard, it just requires some extra effort from you. I certainly won’t shortchange anyone."
Seeing Evelyn Clayton smoothing things over, Yara said no more.
She just snorted coldly, giving the worker a glare.
Evelyn Clayton no longer paid attention to the assembly line lead, but turned to the workers nearby, who were sneaking glances this way.
She smiled, the coldness in her eyes perfectly restrained, "Everyone take a thirty-minute break first. Director Reagan and I will buy you some afternoon tea. If you have any requests, tell the lead. Let’s call it a perk for today!"
Upon hearing about the perk, the workers couldn’t help but cheer and thank them.
First a slap, then a sweet date.
Hence, even the assembly line lead, unwilling as he was, could only awkwardly say, "Thank... thank you, Director Clayton..."
Evelyn Clayton leisurely smiled, "So, let me ask, can you accept reworking?"
The lead cleared his throat, "Yes."
Having obtained the desired answer, Evelyn Clayton nodded with a smile and pulled the still displeased Yara out the door.
"I say, you’re too good-natured." Yara muttered, angrily plucking leaves from a roadside shrub, "Why give him an out?"
But Evelyn Clayton remained very calm, slowly saying, "Otherwise? Really start a fight in your own factory? If the equipment gets damaged, it’s one thing, but how would the partners see it if word gets out? How would outsiders speculate? Isn’t that just creating gaps for ill-intentioned people to exploit?"
Yara, having been angry just now, finally calmed down after this reminder.
"...True." Yara said, looking somewhat admiringly at Evelyn Clayton.
"Evelyn, you’re really capable, calm, and competent."
Evelyn Clayton ignored her flattery, admonishing her with a feigned stern look, "You should learn from this, next time don’t just resort to action. As bosses, isn’t leading by virtue more appealing?"
The two chatted and laughed as they headed towards the dessert shop across the street.
However, just as they reached the entrance, Evelyn Clayton’s peripheral vision suddenly caught a familiar figure.
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