“Manager Xie,” Noah Steele said calmly, his voice cutting through the lingering chaos,
“trouble you to organize a cleanup crew. Make a list of everything that was damaged. When your chairwoman has time, submit the report to her. She’ll arrange for replacements.”
He singled Xie out from the crowd.
Strictly speaking, Xie worked in the finance department. This kind of logistical mess had nothing to do with him. But Noah only knew a handful of people here, and Xie was one of them—someone he’d grown familiar with during the financial crisis.
Xie froze for a second, then nodded firmly.
“Of course, Mr. Qin. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
Though Noah Steele wasn’t officially part of the company, his standing among the employees was anything but low.
He had injected two hundred million
