Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Sophia
How many warnings should I have to provide until the person takes the hint that they are on thin ice, so thin I can see the ocean depth waters underneath them, swearing to drown them if they don't stop and save themself. Steven, our operating department's manager, hasn't gotten that hint. Which is why I was mildly frustrated with him right now. "As I have mentioned twice now." I emphasize the words twice, "the department will be restructured regardless of your option. We value it, but you will need to either adapt to the change or find yourself a replacement job." I explained to him, trying not to grind my teeth into dust, Which really would be a shame. I have great teeth. The only trait my mothers fucked gentetic managed to not mess up.
In some way, I understand Steven's pissed off reaction to the new way we plan to restructure our operating department. With this plan, his department loses its hierarchy, which he is currently sitting at the top of. It's a giant back step from him, and he's losing the power men with small ego's like him crave. But regardless of his ego, that department is the one pulling all our resources. Some of which could go to better causes and Maddox realizes this. Which is the reason he is restructuring.
The new layout should minimize the issues. The department, in therapy, should be now able to take on more work, and run itself without supervision that's taking half a department to do. So, I understand how this doesn't work out for Steven too well, his being downgraded from the head of the department to a regular manager. Our plan gets rid of the head of department position all together. Basically, we are taking a giant department and making it into a bunch of small ones. Of course there's a lot more to it, technical things I don't have the time to explain because I'm busy wondering how Steven even managed to get this job.
Just based on the glaring way he is looking at me, I know he's not done arguing with me over this. And I'm completely right, because he claps his hands together tightly and bangs them onto the table with force. "Sophia, I have repeatedly told you, you can't run this department without someone watching over it."
He's not wrong, but he also is not listening to the rest of the plan to realize that there is supervision but on smaller scales. So, with my best calm tone, I began to explain to him the full idea once again. Originally, Maddox should have been running this meet, but he asked me to take it over and is present but distant. Currently, he's at the end of this long conference table on his laptop. IT has been having a jam all day, and I know he's working with them to sort through it. I don't mind taking the meeting, I had done plenty of them. As I said when I started this job, I basically become Maddox.
Channeling my inner calm, I end my lecture with, "We understand your opinion, and we respect it and will consider it but as for now Mr. Vallero has decided this is the best course of action. We would like to try this route and see how it benefits the company."
