Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 794 Scary Woman

L. Moon was always the closest clothing production company to the entertainment industry. Due to its proximity to this highly profitable circle, individuals within the company gradually developed negative habits, such as gossiping about the company's industry. If such information leaked from the company, it could severely damage its reputation.

Abigail had observed numerous incidents because of this at L. Moon over the past six months, resulting in a decline in their reputation and Garrett's resignation.

Josh faced challenges in effectively managing the Pearsons' business and L. Moon.

Upon hearing the discussions inside, she pushed open the door and entered.

Initially, the crowd thought it was a nobody. However, they were taken aback when they saw her. They quickly straightened up and tidied the snacks on the table.

"The design plans for Mr. Gardner's production team must be completed this week. If not, the team leader in charge of this project must be held accountable!" Abigail said before entering the office.

Shortly after, Charlie Lambert, who had taken over Garrett's position, entered the office.

"Miss Quinn, hundreds of drawings remain for this project, and we only have four days left. How can we possibly finish on time? Working overtime to the point of exhaustion will harm our reputation," said Charlie as he lowered his head.

Abigail turned on the computer, entered the password, and then turned to face him. "Mr. Lambert, right? Are you in charge of this project?"

"No," Charlie murmured.

Leaning back in her chair, Abigail looked at him coldly.

Charlie felt a shiver down his spine, realizing that Abigail was more intimidating than anyone he had encountered.

"Delilah accepted the project. She's your girlfriend, right? I received a call from Mr. Gardner last night, saying that this project has been on hold for nearly three months. Everyone is waiting, yet we have not completed the designs," Abigail said while crossing her arms together.

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"Under your leadership, the company has incurred losses for four consecutive months. Just in breach of contract fines, we have lost approximately 15 million. What do you intend to do about it?" Abigail continued.

Delilah took on every project, but her team failed to deliver, resulting in contract terminations one after another. This caused all the individuals Abigail had trained to leave.

Sweats formed on Charlie's forehead as he replied, "Miss Quinn, if you could just give us another…"

"No more chances. I have already instructed the legal department to sue you and Delilah for breach of contract. You two must figure out how to pay the approximately 15 million fine!" Abigail coldly interrupted. She wondered if they thought she was oblivious by attempting to establish factions within her company, treating L. Moon as their home.

Charlie looked up at Abigail abruptly and said, "Miss Quinn, this is unjust. I can accept the fact that you want us to resign, but what do you mean by suing us?"

"I will sue if I want. If you disagree, you can sue me as well. I have terminated both you and Delilah, so leave," Abigail stated coldly, redirecting her attention to the computer. She had sent an email to Garrett the previous night, wondering if he had read it.

Following Charlie and Delilah's expulsion from L. Moon, over a dozen designers were also laid off. After addressing the issue, Abigail contacted Timothy.

"Miss Quinn, it's good to have you back, but my team... We are waiting to begin. What about the costumes?" Timothy still showed respect to Abigail.

After all, Abigail's reputation preceded her. If it weren't for her reputation, Timothy wouldn't have waited for such a long time.

"Mr. Gardner, I would like to invite you and your crew to dinner at the Venus Hotel tonight to discuss our cooperation. What do you think?" Abigail's voice was gentle.

"Oh, how can I accept this? I know you've been busy traveling for the past six months. It's not your fault. You don't need to have to do this. Just let me know when things will be ready." Timothy had no choice. If Abigail hadn't returned for a few more days, the contract between the crew and L. Moon would soon end.

"Dinner is on me. I will also explain the costumes to you. Mr. Gardner, please don't refuse me. Give me a chance to make amends," Abigail said sincerely.

Timothy sighed and felt bitter. "Miss Quinn, I did show you respect by placing orders with your company. However, Mr. Lambert hurt my feelings. I gave him many chances, but his attitude was too poor. I would have chosen another company if it weren't for L. Moon's expertise in historical themes."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I've put you in a difficult position," Abigail said humbly.

"It's not your fault. I know you just got back. You arrange dinner tonight, and I'll invite everyone who can come." Timothy was still willing to show respect to Abigail.

After hanging up the phone, Abigail sat on the chair for a while before calling Garrett.

It didn't take long for Garrett to answer the phone.

"Long time no see," Garrett said first.

"Have you read my email? Any thoughts?" Abigail got straight to the point.

Garrett smiled. "Miss Quinn, I'm afraid I couldn't find you again six months after your next departure. It's hard to support your company alone."

"Why don't I give you some shares?" Abigail suggested. She still had to leave, but Garrett was the only person she trusted.