Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Early in the morning, there were only a few people in the design department. Some were playing with their phones, and some were catching some z’s. The atmosphere was lax as hell.
The receptionist knocked on the door when she led Mirabella in.
But when the design department saw that she brought a high school–looking girl, they thought she was a family member; they didn’t give a hoot. “Nadia, did you bring your family to work today?” A chubby woman laughed, “Come play some games with me!”
Nadia quickly gave her the stink eye to shut her up.
“What’s wrong with your eyes?”
The chubby woman didn’t notice anything, but Mirabella came over and saw the woman playing a game on her computer and lazily pointed out, “You’re about to lose.
The chubby woman was taken aback. Did this girl know the game’s strategy?
“You could do this.”
The chubby woman listened to Mirabella’s advice, and her hand involuntarily started to move.
Under Mirabella’s guidance, the chubby woman won the game in a short time.
“Wow, you’re really something! How old are you?” The chubby woman patted Mirabella’s shoulder and asked, “Can you help me win a couple more rounds? I’ll buy you some candy!”
“This is Ms. Bennett, the company’s head, sent by headquarters!” The receptionist immediately explained, “Now you guys better get to work, focus on your designs, and stop messing around.”
The chubby woman looked at the high–school–looking girl in front of her. She was utterly shocked; she didn’t know what to say!
She? The company’s head was sent by headquarters?
She’s so young; she hadn’t even graduated from high school yet, right?
Was she some big shot’s lover who got her this job to torture them?
Everyone else was also puzzled about Mirabella’s age; how could she manage a company?
“With the way you play, you won’t win in three to five months.” Mirabella patted the chubby woman’s shoulder and said, “Better get to work and earn some more money.”
As Mirabella was about to leave the design department, she spotted a girl in the corner wearing headphones, her back to them, and drawing something on a piece of white paper.
“This is Molly, the most diligent and ambitious designer in our company.” Nadia, the receptionist, said, gently touching Molly’s shoulder.
Molly removed her headphones and looked at the stranger in front of her, somewhat puzzled but still politely asking, “Do you need something from me?
The office was too noisy just now; she was drawing drafts with her headphones on and had no idea what was going on.
This is Ms. Bennett, our company’s head.” Nadia whispered, “You better greet her.”
Molly looked at Mirabella, immediately stood up, and timidly but respectfully said, “Good morning, Ms. Bennett.”
“Are these all your designs?” Mirabella’s eyes fell on a stack of drafts.
“Yes.” Molly quickly handed the drafts to Mirabella.
“Molly graduated from college at 18. She was a real brainiac at school! She loves fashion design, and she’s already designed quite a few pieces for the company since she started last month.”
“Pretty good.” Mirabella handed the drafts back to her, saying, “Keep it up.”
“Thank you, Ms. Bennett, Molly watched Mirabella’s retreating figure; she didn’t expect that she was about the same age as her and that she was already the head of the company! That meant she must be really capable!
After going around the company, Mirabella found that the overall atmosphere was incredibly lax. Before coming to this company, all the companies she managed combined weren’t one percent as lax as this one!
This place was seriously going downhill. Not a spark of life in sight.
Mirabella walked back into the office and barely took a seat when Dean, the perpetually late assistant, barged in.
“Sorry I’m late, huh? Where’s the boss? Wasn’t he supposed to be here today? Kid, have you seen the boss? You need to get up; he should be arriving soon! You can’t sit there!”
Dean rattled on, then realized the girl in front of him was just watching him with a nonchalant air that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Mirabella.
“Ms. Bennett,” Dean rushed forward, scared out of his wits.
From his stammering explanation, Mirabella got the gist.
A year ago, the Collins family entered the fashion industry, hiring a number of talents, some good at management and others at design.
They even sent a head honcho, Oscar, to oversee things.
But as time passed, the company saw little improvement.
Disappointed, many of the talents left.
From initial expectations to complete neglect, the headquarters had grown distant. The overall atmosphere in the company was pretty lax.
Dean had been here for a year, and despite his frustration, he lacked the capacity to change things.
“Call a meeting half an hour from now. I want every department head and member of management present.”
“Yes.” Dean rushed off to send out mass notifications.
Half an hour later.
In the meeting room, out of 38 chairs that should have been filled, only nine people showed up.
“Ms. Bennett, the head of finance says her kid’s sick today; she took a leave to take him to the hospital.”
The head of procurement says he’s not feeling well; he’s resting at home.”
Before Dean can finish, Mirabella cut him off: “Tell them if they’re not here tomorrow, they needn’t bother coming back ever.”
Those who came to the meeting thought Mirabella was just playing tough.
“Just because I’m here, it means you folks need to kiss your lazy days goodbye, or you can kiss the company goodbye.”
Everyone looked up at her; little did they know she ran her own company with an even tighter ship. Any employee who didn’t pull their weight would’ve been fired long ago.
“Now, who can tell me the current state of the company, any progress we’ve made, and our future plans?” Mirabella scanned the room.
Nobody spoke up.
“I’ll ask again.” Mirabella repeated her question, but the response was the same: no one answered.
She realized instantly that this was the current state of the company. No progress, no future plans.
Just then, a voice piped up.
“Ms. Bennett.”
“Hmm?”
“Also, I think our department’s designs are pretty awesome, but for some reason, we just can’t make a sale.” Mirabella kept silent.
Samuel tossed ten fresh and pretty dresses onto the big screen,
With just one glance, Mirabella spotted several issues: “The lace on the first one is a bit excessive; The second one is to turn the maxi into a mini and swap the V–neck for a round one. The hem on the third one could be altered like this.”
After Mirabella finished critiquing all ten dresses, everyone was gobsmacked. They were clearly taken aback by her professionalism.
They originally thought the person sent by HQ would be unreliable and didn’t take this girl seriously. But she pointed out the problems casually and effortlessly.
She must obviously know her way around design, and even more so than them.
Otherwise, how could she spot the problems and offer better solutions in such a short time?
“Ms. Bennett, even if our designs are top–notch, we’re helpless when some colleagues don’t pull their weight!”
“The company atmosphere has always been lax. Even if you resist, others will astracize you!”
“We’re stuck between a rock and a hard place with insufficient professional manpower and knowledge. HQ is just keeping us around without making use of us, but they also aren’t planning to let us go.”
Many voiced their concerns, pointing out the issues.
“Before I joined the company, I did some snooping.” Mirabella’s gaze swept across the room. “Our company integrates product design, development, production, and marketing. We also take on some outsourced orders, like producing products for other factories. Currently, aside from clothes, shoes, and bags, we also have men’s and women’s accessories, such as scarves, sunglasses, and other related products.”
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