I raised my eyebrows in triumph, not caring about what she said. As long as my purpose was achieved, it was good.
Shopping was the best cure for a woman's emotions. No matter what my purpose was, Cindy had indeed gotten a little upset over the incident. I did not want her to be so tired either.
She had been working very hard recently. Most of her time must have been devoted to work, so she probably had not shopped properly in a long while. That was why I invited her with such a degree of persuasion.
"Alas, no matter what, your taste has always been more unique than mine. I'm in a special situation now. I definitely need
you to help me pick a good-looking dress."
"Ms. Lane, you don't need to butter up to me, do you?" She stood coldly at the office door, not taking a step forward.
It took me a while to realize that she was ready to go and I had not picked up my bag yet.
We walked to the office door and were about to go out to the elevator when I saw Zedd's figure in the corner.
Why had he not left yet?
He was surprised to see us both and walked straight toward us. "Where are you two going?"
"Is this any of your business?"
Cindy spoke before me, her tone of voice showing no warmth.
"Wanda, which fire pit are you pushing her into again? Anyway, she's willing to work for your company now. Aren't you satisfied enough?"
I did not know why he was so triggered.
"She’s already shown some repentance. Do you still have to insult her like this?"
"Mr. Nichols, I don't need you to pay attention to my private affairs."
Cindy’s emotions were once again roused up.
I waved my hand for her to calm down first, and I stepped forward to say, "Mr. Nicholas, may I ask from what standpoint are you saying such things to me?"
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