Chapter 912

Beckett slammed the joint complaint letters from several departments onto the desk. "Take a look at this. While everyone else conducts business meetings professionally, you're the only one dragging clients to bars, KTVs, and private clubs. Think you're clever, don't you?" Carl lowered his head guiltily, muttering under his breath, "I call it knowing my audience. Did my research... The clients happen to enjoy that kind of thing. Besides—" He swallowed hard before adding, "My project completion rate is stellar. They're just jealous." Beckett pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache brewing. "And now you’ve gone and hired someone who doesn’t even meet the recruitment criteria. You—" His disapproval was obvious. Carl clenched his jaw, barely holding back. Madeleine had a sinking feeling—Carl was about to get himself punched. Sure enough, in the most cowardly tone imaginable, Carl blurted out the most reckless words possible. "Mr. Beach, that’s a classic case of 'do as I say, not as I do'