After all, when Edwin left just now, his expression had been anything but pleasant.
Yvonne gave her assistant a small nod, telling him to bring over the recent reports and update her on the studio’s current situation.
Seeing this, the assistant didn’t hesitate. After sorting everything out, he handed it all to her.
“Miss Song, if you have any other questions, just let me know.”
“I got it. By the way, the company’s financial reports from the past few years should be here too, right?”
The assistant looked confused. “I thought you only wanted the reports from the period when you were away, so I…”
The moment she heard that, Yvonne’s temper flared.
Unbelievable.
Was her voice suddenly losing weight? Why did talking to her employee feel like dragging a boulder uphill now?
“I said the company’s financial reports from the past few years. All of them. And the development summaries too. Bring everything to me.”
“Alright, I’ll take care of it right away.”
Watching her sudden shifts in mood, the assistant felt more bewildered than ever.
Sure enough, work these days was like choosing between tough money and tough misery.
Talking to Yvonne meant walking on eggshells.
Half the time she wasn’t clear in her instructions, but the blame somehow still fell on him.
But what could he do? He was just an employee.
No matter what happened, he still had to follow her orders—this was part of the job.
His expression darkened a little, but when he saw Yvonne’s face, he forced on a smile.
“Miss Song, I’ve reorganized everything.”
“Good. Leave it here.”
Seeing that thick stack of reports finally eased Yvonne’s tension a bit.
She waved her hand to dismiss him.
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