Chapter 886
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Lindsey frowned, her expression growing more troubled.
Juliet worried she had upset her boss with her words and quickly tried to make amends.
âIâm sorry, Lindsey⦠I didnât mean to say that.
â
Lindsey regarded Juliet for a moment, her expression softening, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
âItâs okay.
Thanks for being upfront with me.
Donât stress.
The company wonât go under.
Iâll take care of it.
Just focus on your tasks.
â
Juliet felt a wave of relief wash over her.
Indeed, Lindsey had that kind of influence.
With Lindsey in charge, she seemed to navigate any challenge with ease.
âI will, Lindsey!â Juliet nodded, reassured.
Once Lindsey was back in her office, she reached out to Nancy.
Nancy had just arrived at the office and immediately answered her phone.
But she was caught off guard by Lindseyâs unusually somber tone.
âNancy, come to my office.
â
Nancyâs hand stiffened around the phone.
Glancing up, she noticed the closed door to Lindseyâs office.
Was Lindsey already here?
Looking over at Juliet, Nancy pieced things together.
Juliet was not one to keep secrets, and she likely had shared recent events with
Lindsey.
With a nervous gulp, Nancy steeled herself and walked in.
Upon entering, she found Lindsey behind her desk, deep in thought, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Nancy couldnât keep any secrets buried anymore.
She dashed forward, yelling out, âLinds, I owe you an apology for keeping the companyâs matters under wraps.
But I did it for your sake, to ensure you got some proper rest.
Youâre a real workhorse, you know.
Knowing about all these partners wanting to scrap the deals wouldâve surely sent you into a tailspin, even in your sickbed.
I was afraid itâd be too much for you to bear, so Iâ¦â
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
âI get it.
â
Lindseyâs response, oddly composed, caught Nancy off guard for a moment
.
Lindsey lifted her head.
Her pallid face and lifeless eyes spoke volumes.
There was no trace of reproach in her voice.
Instead, she was rather serene.
âRound up all the previous contracts.
If theyâre keen on scrapping, weâll put up a fight.
â Lindsey rose from her chair and stood at eye level with Nancy.
But at that moment, Nancy felt like Lindsey towered over her.
She gazed at Lindsey wide-eyed.
âLinds, you meanâ¦â
âOur company might be fresh off the block, but that doesnât mean we roll over.
According to the contract terms, if they want out and itâs not our fault, they cough up an extra termination fee, no less than what they signed on for.
â
âIâve mentioned that,â Nancy said.
âBut their excuses run the gamut.
Some claim our artists arenât up to snuff, others say thereâs too much negativity swirling, and there are even whispers about your conduct.
They have a laundry list of reasons.
â
At Nancyâs words, Lindseyâs lips curled, a hint of a sneer forming.
âFine! Add defamation to the list.
â
Then she met Nancyâs gaze and declared, âLet them know.
They should expect a letter from our legal team.
â