Chapter: 1710
The meaning of his words was self-evident.
Klein was targeting Rachel. Or, to be more specific, her current position.
"But Klein—"
"Shayla, don't stop him. Let him go," Karen suddenly interrupted. She was already dissatisfied with Klein. And seeing his stubborn attitude now, she was even angrier. She pulled Shayla over and added, "If he wants to leave, let him. After all, Mr. Gibson is coming. If he is not around, we are not the ones who have to explain."
“Karen, don't say that. We are a team here. We should work as one."
Shayla sighed helplessly.
When Klein heard this, his face turned even darker.
He turned around and left. But after taking a few steps, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside. Then, Dewey ushered Alberto inside.
At this moment, Dewey had a stern expression. It was in stark contrast to his easygoing demeanor around Rachel. When he saw everyone huddled together, discussing in a hushed tone, he asked, “What is going on here?"
Klein stopped in his tracks when he saw Dewey and Alberto come in.
All the team members also fell silent. Ethan was the first to react.
"Mr. Gibson...Dewey..."
Rachel turned and looked at Alberto. He was wearing a mask, so his expression was inscrutable.
“What are you arguing about?" Dewey asked again.
"We are not arguing," answered Ethan.
But Dewey didn't believe it. His sharp eyes swept across everyone in the conference room.
Everyone had their head down. No one dared to speak.
Alberto looked at Rachel, and the corners of his thin lips raised.
He then said in a low voice, "Since they won't say anything, you tell me."
“We are discussing the project's data and some algorithm issues,"
Rachel answered calmly. She was a bit surprised that she was singled out, but she remained composed.
Alberto looked at her quietly for a while. Then, he turned to Dewey and said, "Start the meeting."
Dewey nodded. Everyone quickly picked up their materials, moved to the small conference table, and sat down.
Rachel was the to take a seat.