Chapter 912

Beckett tossed a stack of department complaint letters onto the desk. "Take a good look, will you? Other people handle business talks like normal folks. But you? Bars, KTVs, clubs—you call that negotiation? That's not savvy, that's cutting corners." Carl shifted uneasily, staring at his shoes, muttering under his breath, "It's called playing to their preferences. I did my research… The clients are into that stuff. And hey, my project success rate speaks volumes. They're just jealous." Beckett rubbed his temple, clearly losing patience. "And now you're hiring women who don't even meet our criteria? Come on—" It was obvious Beckett wasn't buying any of this. Carl gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. Madeleine felt a bad vibe in the air. Yeah, Carl might be about to get smacked. And sure enough, Carl spoke up in the most wimpy voice, yet said the boldest thing. "Mr. Beach, seriously, this feels like a double standard. You bent the rules for Maddy back then—took a chance on her—and look