Chapter 170
Flora instinctively caught the papers handed to her, scanning the data with a hint of armusement. Was she being mistaken for an employee?
She didn’t mind helping with a bit of photocopying, but Chelsen’s haughty demeanor really rubbed Flora the wrong way. Placing the document on the table, Flora then nestled into the couch, engrossed in her tablet.
“What’s with that attitude?” Chelsea was fuming, “With just one word from me, you could lose your job and no company in the industry. would dare hire you again.”
“Chelsea, how did you get in here?”
Moss had been busy elsewhere and came back only to hear noises from the CEO’s office. Upon seeing Chelsea inside, his expression changed.
The office was sacred. Without Connor’s permission, no one, especially not a woman, was supposed to enter.
“Moss, you’re just in time. Chelsea narrowed her eyes, pointing angrily at Flora lounging on the couch, “How could you hire a person like this! I asked her to photocopy a document for me, and she outright refused. Don’t I even have the right to ask an intern to do something?”
Moss was momentarily startled. He didn’t really get the situation but it was clear there had been a misunderstanding.
“Chelsea, you’re mistaken. She isn’t an employee of Stonnell International but is, in fact… Mr. Connor’s fiancée. So, you really don’t have any right to ask her to do anything for you.”
“What?” Chelsea’s face went through a rapid change of expressions. And she stared at Flora in disbelief.
The girl looked so young, yet she was Connor’s fiancée. Wasn’t it said in the industry that Connor was still single?
Humiliated, Chelsea stormed out. She felt utterly embarrassed.
Outside, she tossed the document at a desk occupied by a young employee. “Copy this for me.”
The employee, a young intern as indicated by the ID hanging around her neck, complied obediently.
“Sure.”
The copier was out of paper. The inter placed the document on the copier lid and squatted down to replenish it. Unbeknownst to her, someone had carelessly left an uncapped bottle of black ink on top of the copier.
“Is it done yet?” Chelsea was growing impatient. The meeting was about to start
“Just a moment, almost there,” the intern hurriedly replied.
Impatient, Chelsea decided to help but accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink. The unsteady ink bottle toppled, spilling black ink all over the document. The spill smeared a significant portion of the document, obscuring some critical data.
“What are you good for! Can’t you even handle such a simple task!” she burst out, blaming the intem for everything.
The intern felt deeply wronged. It wasn’t her fault, yet Chelsea was pinning all the blame on her
But the intern knew better than to argue with someone of her stature and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I wasn’t careful enough.”
“How could the company hire someone like you!” Chelsea yelled. “Do you have any idea how important this document was. Now the data is all ruined. Do you understand the loss this will bring to the company. Can you take responsibility for this?”
The intern was terrified, and her legs trembled. She was just a college intern who hadn’t even graduated yet.
