She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 427

Loyce offered a cold smile. "I'll handle it."

...

The next day.

The executives at Bloomberry headquarters received an email from Loyce stating she would arrive that afternoon to officially take her position. She canceled the welcome dinner and instead called for a mandatory meeting with all Bloomberry executives and shareholders, adding a pointed warning that anyone who failed to attend would face the consequences.

Loyce's bold move instantly sparked outrage among the Seabrook family. Not a single one of them took her email seriously. They decided to let the front desk handle her arrival, instructing the receptionist to put her wherever.

At exactly 1:00 PM, Loyce arrived at the Bloomberry headquarters building on the outskirts of Metropia. She was dressed in sharp, professional attire, her long hair elegantly swept up. She paused to look up at the office building.

It wasn't towering, but its unique facade made it a popular spot for young women taking selfies for social media.

As Loyce walked past them, she caught fragments of their laughter and a clear remark: "The building is gorgeous, but the clothes they design look like garbage."

She walked through the revolving doors into the bright lobby. The receptionist was hunched over, scrolling through short videos on her phone. Only when Loyce rapped her knuckles sharply against the polished counter three times did she lazily look up.

"What?" The tone was dripping with blatant impatience.

"Loyce. I'm here to take my position." Loyce's voice was perfectly level, yet it carried an undeniable, chilling authority.

The receptionist, Vivienne, paused for a second before remembering the vague instructions passed down from above. She knew this was the girl they were supposed to mess with.

Vivienne rolled her eyes, grabbed a freshly printed temporary access card, and tossed it onto the counter without even looking at her.

"Oh, the new director, right? Here's your card. Your office is in... Zone B, end of the hall, take a left. Find it yourself. Management said space is tight, so they set you up with a temporary office for now."

Vivienne heavily emphasized the words "director" and "temporary," making no effort to hide her contempt.

Loyce picked up the flimsy card, her eyes briefly scanning the name tag on the receptionist's chest: Vivienne.

Without a word, she turned and headed toward Zone B.

Zone B housed the design department.

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