Hazel Sinclair crossed her arms. After sizing up the supervisor, she scoffed, "You have that much power? You can fire people whenever you want?"
"It’s quite simple to get rid of a new hire," the supervisor said smugly, seeing Hazel’s disbelief.
"Anyone I don’t like can forget about staying on this streaming team."
Hazel Sinclair’s eyes raked over the woman, and she tsked.
"A mere supervisor... and you really think you’re hot stuff?"
’I have Evelyn Kendrick in my corner. We’ll see who’s firing whom.’
"At least that’s better than a woman who used her pretty face to sleep her way in through the back door," the supervisor said, her voice dripping with disdain. Her scornful, contemptuous gaze landed on Hazel Sinclair.
’She’s all dolled up, and Assistant Lawson himself handled her onboarding and brought her here.’
’Everyone knows how hard it is to become a streamer at Hyperion Group. A woman who slept her way in is a complete insult to the rest of us.’
Hearing that, Hazel Sinclair was stunned. ’I slept my way in through the back door using my good looks?’
Hazel Sinclair touched her cheek, then laughed. She looked at the supervisor and asked, "Are you jealous of me?"
"I’m young and beautiful. A lot of people see me and can’t help but marvel at my looks. So, are you jealous of me?"
Her petty jealousy had been called out, but the supervisor refused to admit it. "What would I be jealous of you for?"
"Be jealous that you slept your way to the top?"
Hearing this, Hazel Sinclair just shook her head and sneered, unwilling to waste any more words on her.
She took out her phone and called Evelyn Kendrick directly.
"What’s wrong? Having trouble settling in?" Evelyn Kendrick asked as soon as she picked up.
"You need to get over here. One of your employees is saying I slept with your assistant to get this job, that I used the back door."
"My ’connection.’ You should hurry over and let her see who my real backer is."
Hazel Sinclair said bluntly, her face tense with anger.
"Tch. Can’t win an argument so you call for backup? How pathetic," the supervisor sneered, crossing her arms.
Evelyn Kendrick heard that and raised an eyebrow. "Alright. I’m on my way."
After hanging up, Evelyn Kendrick looked at Assistant Lawson. Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk. "Have you ever abused your position to get someone a job here before?"
’Hearing this, Assistant Lawson’s heart clenched. Why would Mr. Kendrick be asking about this?’
As he scrambled for an answer, Evelyn Kendrick stood up and adjusted her suit jacket. Her gaze fell on him. "Have Mia Ryan come in."
Hearing this, Assistant Lawson hurriedly explained, "Mr. Kendrick, she threatened me! She said she’d expose me if I didn’t get her a job. I had no other choice."
Listening to him, Evelyn Kendrick stopped and turned to look at him. "Oh? And so?"
"Is Hyperion a place for you to just stick anyone you want?"
As Mia Ryan followed behind Evelyn Kendrick, her head was spinning. ’I can’t believe I’ve been promoted to Mr. Kendrick’s chief assistant.’
’A promotion and a raise... this is amazing!’
"So where’s your powerful backer?" the supervisor asked when Assistant Lawson still hadn’t shown up. She couldn’t resist a sarcastic dig. "Don’t tell me Assistant Lawson already dumped you?"
"If you don’t have the skills, you should just scram. No point in being useless dead weight here."
"Who are you telling to scram?" Evelyn Kendrick’s voice cut in as she walked through the door.
The supervisor froze. She looked toward the source of the voice and saw Evelyn Kendrick standing there, completely stunned.
"Mr. Kendrick! What are you doing here?" the supervisor asked, immediately plastering on a smile.
Evelyn Kendrick walked over to Hazel Sinclair, draping an arm around her shoulder. She looked at the supervisor and said, "If I hadn’t come, I would’ve never known you were bullying my people like this."
"Weren’t you asking who her backer is?" Evelyn Kendrick lifted a finger and gently twirled a strand of Hazel’s hair that rested on her shoulder. "I’m her backer," she said slowly.
"I’m the one who got her in."
At those words, everyone in the room fell silent.
The supervisor’s heart hammered in her chest. Her palms grew damp, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
’I knew Hazel Sinclair got in through the back door, but I never imagined her backer was Mr. Kendrick!’
’Am I going to lose my job?’
"Apologize," Evelyn Kendrick said coldly.
The supervisor was one to bow to circumstances. She immediately turned to Hazel Sinclair and apologized. "I’m so sorry. I was blind and failed to recognize your importance. I completely misunderstood."
"Please be the bigger person and overlook my transgression. Just this once."
Hazel Sinclair scoffed. "Now *this* is my backer. See that clearly?"
"Crystal clear," the supervisor said, nodding hastily.
Evelyn Kendrick then asked, "Who was it that Assistant Lawson got a job for?"
A female assistant standing to the side tensed up immediately. ’Why would Mr. Kendrick know about that?’
"It’s her..." The supervisor whirled around and pointed straight at the assistant.
In an instant, all eyes were on her. The young woman was so nervous she started to tremble.
"Oh? And how are her skills?"
The supervisor thought for a moment. "Mediocre. She doesn’t know how to do anything."
"Hmm. Do you think she’s usable?"
"She’s passable," the supervisor replied.
"Hmm. Then she can stay." With that one sentence, Evelyn Kendrick decided the young woman’s fate.
"Whatever she doesn’t know, you all teach her properly. When she’s ready, have her do a stream on her own and see how it goes." As Evelyn Kendrick spoke, her gaze fell on Hazel Sinclair. "And if *your* stream doesn’t perform well, *you* can get lost."
"Hey! You’re telling *me* to get lost?" Hazel Sinclair said indignantly.
"If you’re not capable, should I just keep you around and support you instead?"
"Support me!" Hazel Sinclair said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Not happening. I’m leaving." Evelyn Kendrick pushed her away and walked off.
Watching the two interact, the others instantly understood their relationship.
’They’d clearly known each other a long time and were extremely close.’
After Evelyn Kendrick left, the supervisor, wreathed in smiles, said cheerfully, "Hazel Sinclair, is it? Have you ever done any live streaming before?"
"I have," Hazel Sinclair replied, marveling inwardly at how fast the woman could change her tune.
’She’s a real chameleon, isn’t she?’
"For today, just get familiar with our streaming scripts. Once you’ve got those down, we can move on to other things." With that, the supervisor personally found a book of scripts and handed it to her. She then ushered Hazel to a seat in the break area, even bringing out some snacks and drinks and placing them in front of her.
"Please, don’t be shy. Help yourself."
Just like that, Hazel Sinclair’s treatment had improved dramatically.
The two other streamers came into the break room during their break and saw her sitting there, relaxed and carefree, with a spread of snacks in front of her. Their brows knitted together.
’The girl who got in through the back door gets this kind of treatment?’
’Doesn’t the supervisor hate people who use connections more than anyone? Why is she waiting on her hand and foot now?’
One of the streamers started to walk over, about to say something to Hazel Sinclair, but the supervisor stopped her before she could get close.
"Flora, May, come over here. I have something to tell you two."