Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Encountering a Lecher
"Alright, Ivana." Jacobs said.
Ivana Monroe picked up a pen from the holder on her desk and wrote "Agree" on the resignation letter. She signed her name and handed it to Jacobs to take to the HR department.
After Jacobs left.
Ivana meticulously reviewed the company’s data from the past six years, page by page. The more she looked, the colder her expression became.
After some time, Ivana angrily slammed a stack of data onto the desk.
During her six-year absence, when GK fell into the hands of Michelle Monroe, the revenue had been declining every year. Profits fell by at least ten points every year. As of today, GK’s profits had hit rock bottom. At this rate, GK would soon be burdened with debt.
Jacobs had done a detailed job with the data, creating a comprehensive report on each deal GK had engaged in annually. After reviewing it, Ivana noticed that several major clients she had maintained six years ago had disappeared. The company was now handling only low-profit deals and many scattered orders.
The prices for these scattered orders were outrageous; some had high profits, others very low. However, all these scattered orders shared a common flaw: by last year, the profit margins had all plummeted.
Six years ago, when Ivana was with GK, she rarely took scattered custom orders. Even if she did, the prices were firm, always set at a rate twice that of wholesale orders. No discounts were given. If clients wanted to proceed, they could; if not, GK wasn’t lacking these scattered orders.
Back then, clients wouldn’t even try to bargain on scattered custom orders because they knew it wouldn’t work.
Ivana understood well that if a bulk order and a single piece were priced the same, sooner or later, it would disrupt the market.
Michelle Monroe had disrupted GK’s market.
Ivana felt a headache coming on and pressed her fingers against her temples, pondering how to make amends.
By afternoon, Ivana hadn’t even eaten lunch but handed a written plan to Jacobs, instructing him to follow it.
After reading the plan, Jacobs was astonished: "Ivana, GK is currently surviving on these low-profit scattered orders. If we suddenly stop taking them, it might be very hard for GK to sustain."
Jacobs had considered refusing scattered orders, but Michelle only trusted Katherine’s advice and completely ignored his input, which led GK to its current state.
He understood Ivana’s intention, but this wasn’t a few years ago. At that time, there were still some small wholesale orders maintaining the balance. Now GK’s market was in chaos, especially this year, when even small wholesale orders didn’t want to work with GK. Refusing scattered orders at this moment would be a very unwise move.
"Jacobs, I believe that in the past six years, you understand the company’s situation better than I do. You know the company is being ruined by these scattered orders. If we keep taking them, wholesale clients will never choose GK because these low prices are accessible to scattered clients. What meaning does wholesale hold then? A business is meant for profit, not loss."
"If the company continues like this, taking scattered orders will only sustain us until the end of the year, by next year, we’ll be in debt. Hence, we must eliminate scattered orders and release new design products to catch attention."
"Ivana, have you really decided to do this?" Jacobs asked.
"Yes, I’ve decided. This must be done."
"Alright, as long as you’ve decided, I will strictly follow through with your plan."
Ivana felt touched as she saw Jacobs’ resolute expression and nodded her head in appreciation.
"Regarding those major clients GK lost, I had decent relationships with them six years ago. Will you personally visit their companies to see if there’s any chance to resume cooperation?"
For the sake of the company’s performance, Ivana had to lower her posture and personally seek client orders.
Ivana was a person who acted as she spoke. By the afternoon, she had already visited one company, a top ten brand in the clothing industry of Ravenswood, called "Ming Yuan."
Six years ago, whenever GK released a new style, "Ming Yuan" would rush to order them, and they were always huge orders.
After six years, Ivana returned to "Ming Yuan," but she couldn’t even enter Mr. Warren’s office.
"Sorry, Miss, you can’t see Mr. Warren without an appointment."
"I am Ivana Monroe, in charge of GK’s fashion trends. Mr. Warren knows me, we had a pleasant cooperation six years ago. Can you please help by calling him?"
Ivana persisted until the receptionist, having no other choice, called Mr. Warren’s assistant. Mr. Warren’s voice came through.
Ivana felt a burst of excitement, reaching out to personally say a few words to Mr. Warren, but before the receptionist could hand her the phone, Mr. Warren’s angry voice erupted from it.
"What Ivana? Does that trash like GK even deserve to be called fashion trends? Tell her to get lost."
Ivana’s hand froze in mid-air, and she left "Ming Yuan" in disappointment, heading to another company where she did manage to meet with Mr. Morris.
Mr. Morris, with his belly bulging, grinned at Ivana: "With President Monroe personally appearing, how could I not show face?"
Ivana was delighted: "Mr. Morris, is it true? You’re willing to work with GK?"
Mr. Morris rose from his luxurious chair, walked up to Ivana, his gaze lingering lasciviously on her chest, eyes full of lust. Suddenly, he grabbed Ivana’s hand, rubbing her delicate hand, speaking excitedly.
"Ivana, I’ve liked you since six years ago. I’ve long dreamed of having you in bed, to possess you fiercely. As long as you sleep with me, I’ll give all my orders to GK... Ah~"
Before he finished his lecherous offer, he let out a pig-like squeal, clutching his groin in pain. Ivana, looking pale from shock, turned and ran.
Mr. Morris wanted to chase her, but the pain in his groin was unbearable. He glared ferociously at Ivana’s retreating figure and cursed: "You slut, you whore, who knows how many people have fucked you. I want to fuck you because I regard you highly, and you pretend to be so pure? Don’t even think I’ll give you any orders. Even if you strip naked and beg on your knees, I won’t give a damn thing to you. Spit! What trash... Ow... killing me."
Ivana ran out of Mr. Morris’ company and kept running for a long way before stopping. She rubbed both her palms on her body desperately as if trying to scrape off the disgusting germs.
She rubbed until the back of her hands turned red before she stopped. Trembling all over, she squatted down, wrapped her arms around herself, and buried her face in them, sobbing.
She thought she was strong enough, strong enough to face everyone. But encountering such a filthy old lecher as Mr. Morris, having him touch her, and say such disgusting, filthy words, she realized she wasn’t strong. She could also be scared, scared to the point that she immediately wanted to flee.
Ivana cried sorrowfully; there was no one here, so she could cry to her heart’s content.
Suddenly, Ivana’s phone rang.