Susie had a formal job as a clothing assistant for Marshall, but today, she was absent—minded and accidentally tore a thin cut in a high—end shirt. A staff member saw it and immediately ran over screaming, "Oh my God, Susie, are you crazy? Do you know how expensive this shirt is? You should tear it?"
Susie was also frightened at this moment. She stood at the side with a helpless expression, both anxious and self—blaming, her eyes turning red.
"Susie, I told you that you're an amateur. You can't adapt to our meticulous work. How did you assure Mr. Marshall that you would definitely do this job well? It's only been two days now and you've already broken your word. If you want me to see, hurry up and leave, don't come and harm us." That female colleague had a lot of opinions about Susie, because she was directly called over by Marshall to work instead of passing the personnel recruitment examination. This would inevitably make people feel that Marshall was protecting her.
Susie's mind went blank as she stood helplessly and let others scold her. Indeed, it was her fault.
"This … How much is this shirt? I will compensate for it. It will be deducted from my salary." Susie immediately explained with a stutter.
"You are only on probation right now. Your basic salary is only 715dollars. This shirt is almost 28,570dollars. How are you going to compensate?" The female colleague looked at Susie's cheap clothes with disdain and determined that she could not afford to pay for it.
At this moment, Marshall was told about this and was walking over.
"What's the matter?" The man's clear voice instantly suppressed the fire.
The female colleague hurriedly reported the whole matter to him. Susie's pretty face was pale from fright at this moment. She did not dare to argue a single word. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at Marshall's expression.
"Change your clothes first. Susie, come with me." Marshall only frowned and called Susie into his office.
Susie was panicked. She was over. This job was about to be over.
After entering the office, Marshall looked at her anxiously tightly clenching her hands and said indifferently, "Tell me, what's going on? Did those people come to ask for money from you again?"
"No … no, I was too careless." Susie immediately shook her head and replied.
"I don't think you would make such a low—level mistake. If you don't tell me, how can I forgive you?" Marshall, on the other hand, was a sensible superior.
Susie lowered her head and bit her lips. She could only tell the truth, "Something happened to a friend of mine. I'm worried about her."
"Oh? What happened to her? Boyfriend?" Marshall raised his eyebrows to show his curiosity.
"Not a boyfriend, but a female friend of mine." Susie shook her head and replied softly.
Marshall stared at her speechlessly and sighed, "It's good that you care about your friends, but you can't make such a mistake at work."
"I will definitely pay attention next time. I won't do it again. Mr. Marshall, I heard that the clothes are worth more than 200,000 dollars. I will definitely compensate you at the original price. I will work hard." Susie didn't want to gain sympathy, that is, she already owed so much money, she really wasn't afraid of adding another sum.
"Count the loss of clothes on the company. You can just go to work properly." Marshall raised his hand.
At this moment, a video of a woman apologizing suddenly appeared on a tall screen beside her. Susieturned around and left. She stared at the screen and forgot to walk towards the door. She directly hit the wall beside the door. She knocked on her forehead and nose, and her voice was crisp.
"Ah" Susie cried out in pain.
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