Queenie knelt in front of me. She lowered her head and apologized softly, "I'm sorry. I was the one who changed the data. It’s all my fault."
I was surprised. I knew that there was a 90 percent chance of admitting her mistake under the pressure of her career being put at risk, but I never thought that she would act like this.
"So, you're finally admitting to it, Ms.
Sanders? It's not because we're forcing you, is it?” I stared at her, and the tone in my voice was not stern. Nonetheless, Queenie might have found it to be harsh.
I could see Queenie gulping. She shook her head and said, "It’s me. I was the one who changed your data the day before yesterday. I secretly came over and changed the data at night when no one was here." "Queenie's truly asking for it.”
"Right? Doing such a thing has such a great impact on her as well.”
Listening to their discussions, I knew clearly that Queenie must be feeling awful right now, but this was the price she should bear.
"Why did you ask Florence to come over last night?" I asked.
"I'm not an idiot. I knew you people would try to lure me out, so I told Florence to come to the office for some random reason. We've always had a good relationship, so she'd certainly come over in my stead.
That way, I can push the blame on her so that I can do it again today."
Queenie explained the whole story.
The words coming out of her mouth left a deep cut in Florence's heart. "I didn’t expect that I'd become a tool for you to use.'
Her voice was filled with desolation. After all, getting betrayed by a friend was a big blow.
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