Hearing Hulda's order, Abby froze, her immediate instinct to push back. "Director Atherton, everyone is swamped right now. Calling an impromptu meeting might not be appropriate."
Never mind the senior researchers; even as a junior assistant, she was buried in work and had no time to waste on Hulda's whims.
Hulda wasn't bothered by the obvious dismissal in her assistant's voice. Her tone remained level, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Just do as I say. If I don't see everyone in the main conference room in thirty minutes, they can deal with the consequences."
Without giving Abby a chance to argue, she hung up.
Abby sat at her desk, staring blankly at the dead phone in her hand.
"What's with that look, Abby?" another junior researcher in the office asked, noticing her stunned expression.
Abby slammed the receiver down, her brow furrowed. "Director Atherton wants everyone in the main conference room in thirty minutes."
"What? Do we have to go too?"
A collective groan echoed through the open office when Abby confirmed it.
In any workplace, there was nothing worse than a manager calling a massive, unexpected meeting.
It was one thing if it was a boss who actually had something to say. It was entirely another when it was someone with an empty head who just wanted to throw their weight around.
They would talk in circles forever, a complete waste of everyone's time.
And in their minds, Hulda was exactly that kind of boss.
While an irritated Abby was dialing extensions to notify every office, one of the institute's most senior researchers came bursting into the room. He made a beeline straight for her desk, looking breathless.
"Abby, where did you get that summary you just sent out?"
Abby blinked, instantly growing uncomfortable. She assumed he was there to reprimand her; after all, she had forwarded Hulda's notes without even bothering to read them.
"Dr. Lynch, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"


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