But he was helpless, as he was instructed by those above to make the call.
He had no other choice but to dial.
He wasn't the one in charge, after all.
The assistant felt aggrieved, knowing that Sister Ann Nolan always valued competence; no matter how powerful the newcomer's background, if they weren't competent, they'd be immediately weeded out.
He knew Ann's temper crystal clear.
"Revoke it, the Translation Department doesn't need this type of nepotism," Ann said indifferently.
"Sister Ann Nolan… I, I can't handle it," the assistant trembled with fear.
On one hand was the boss, and on the other was his direct supervisor Ann; it was too much of a dilemma!
The assistant was so stifled that his cheeks turned red, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Ann, however, was very firm in her stance: "Firstly, the Translation Department isn't short-staffed; secondly, we don't need a figurehead; and lastly, reply exactly as you have to."
