Grant looked at the name for several seconds before finally sneering. He turned off his phone and turned t o leave.
Clayton Sloan was really everywhere.
Even until the end, the host did not understand what just happened. Why did Grant ask for the number?
Grant looked back at his assistant who was following him and instructed, "Tell Jacob to come over."
"Yes, sir."
Jacob sent the reporters away before going to Grant’s office in trepidation.
Grant spoke straightforwardly.
"Mr. Cook, I'm going back in a couple of days, and you’ll be going back with me. The project department will still be under your responsibility for the time being. Handover the project here to someone else for now. The handover procedures should be completed within two days."
Jacob froze, and his face paled slightly. It still ended u p happening.
His performance today was not outstanding. It could only be considered mediocre and not disgraceful.
However, Stanton Corporation was full of talents. Any youngster would have a bearing and style of conversation that was much better than him.
Grant's dissatisfaction with him was finally voiced out loud.
"President Stanton, did I make a mistake?"
Jacob’s voice was very weak.
Jacob knew that nothing he did was great. He even caused such big trouble.
To be honest, if not for the fact that the first person who came was Nicole, he might have already packed u p and gone home.
However, Nicole did not let him go, which meant that h e still had a chance.
Grant looked at him steadily for a few seconds. His eyes were cold and dark. He laughed softly.
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