"Grace Winslow, once we sell all the factory's inventory this time, a conservative estimate puts our earnings at more than a typical year's revenue from just selling fabric. We'll directly recoup all the losses from the past few years. You're a true hero to this factory."
Oscar Osborne gazed at the account book May Callahan had delivered, unable to keep the smile off his face.
Grace Winslow just smiled. "Director, I was only doing my job. Besides, it's not like I worked for free—the factory is giving me a bonus for it, right?"
"HAHAHA! We shipped out five thousand garments this time. As we originally agreed, you'll get a bonus of one yuan for every hundred pieces. It'll be included with your salary on payday." Oscar Osborne laughed heartily, his admiration for Grace Winslow growing by the second.
Now that something had happened to Caleb Forrest, the deputy director position was temporarily vacant, and they hadn't found a suitable replacement.
