The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 96

“What the hell do you mean?” Oscar asked with irritation.

“Seriously, you’re a vice president but you don’t even know basic manners! Are you here for some kind

of soap opera? If you’re that good, why don’t you just take my position at the head office? If not, just

chill out and do your job! Is it helpful to come here and whine when you can’t solve your own

problems?” Arabella said.

“You!” Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He didn’t expect this kid to be such a tough cookie.

“Only when you learn what respect and manners are, you have a right to knock on my door! Now, scram!” Arabella said.

Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He turned around and left.

Molly was stunned, glancing at the direction Oscar left, then at the woman in front of her. What a badass!

Arabella’s eyes went back to the papers, “We were discussing this. The sleeves you designed. And this

hemline, change it to this.”

Molly was too distracted to listen. Feeling the girl’s dominating aura, she swallowed, wishing she could

be as cool.

“Got it?” Arabella looked up at her.

“Yes.” Molly snapped out of it, “I’ll go make the changes right away.”

After Molly left with her drawings, Dean came to Arabella with a thumbs up, “Ms. Bennett, you’re

absolutely brilliant! I’ve been working here for a year, and I’ve never seen Mr. Oscar like this!” Dean

was thrilled, “He finally met his match!”

I’m his match?” Arabella asked.

“No.” Dean hurriedly corrected himself, “But Mr. Oscar holds grudges, and he might give you a hard

time. Be careful, Ms. Bennett!”

“So, I should just let him mess with me? Do I look like a doormat to you?” Arabella said.

Dean looked at her in awe. How could someone so young be so cool?

“From now on, don’t let any small fry in here. They spoil the mood.” Arabella said. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Roger that!” Dean said.

After Dean left, Arabella leaned back in her chair, checking previous company reports. Her phone

vibrated a few times. Messages from Romeo and her parents, before she could reply, there was a

knock on the door.

“Ms. Bennett, Director Linda from HR wants to see you.” Dean’s voice came from outside, sounding a

bit concerned.

“Let her in.” Arabella said.

Arabella put down her phone, looked up at the woman standing in front of her. She looked no older

than her twenties, but she radiated authority, “Ms. Bennett, playing the tough boss on your first day,

huh?”

Linda stormed over to Arabella, slamming her fist on the desk, “I was sent here by the head office when

the company was founded, now you just want to fire me? So, you think you own the place? Do you

even care about the head office’s decision?”

She said this, glaring angrily at Arabella, clearly unhappy with Arabella’s decisions.

The sneaky employees peeking from outside were startled, they thought, “Is Ms. Bennett’s desk

something she can just bang on? How dare she make eye contact with Ms. Bennett!”

Arabella knew the office door was wide open, and many pairs of eyes were watching her. Dean wanted

to shoo them away, but they loved a good drama, eager to see what would happen next. So none of

them would leave.

Arabella’s gaze landed on the woman in front of her. She said calmly, “The one who doesn’t care about

the head office’s decision is you, Director Linda. I’ve seen your attendance record. Do you have

anything to say for yourself?”