Dale offered the coffee with both hands, took a step back, and lowered his head. "Mr. Guzman, I just received a phone call from Ms. Raines of Skylight Group."
As Mr. Guzman heard this, Mr. Guzman's hand holding the coffee cup shook. The coffee spilled out over his hand, scalding him. He jumped up from the chair and threw the coffee cup out.
The coffee cup fell to the ground not far away with a clunk, smashing into pieces.
The black coffee splashed all over the floor. The white floor became dirty and messy.
The important thing was that Mr. Guzman was scalded severely.
The coffee had just been boiled. It made his hands red and swollen. Mr. Guzman was shivering in pain, his fat face twitching.
Dale did not expect his words to shock Mr. Guzman so much. Dale froze for a while before rushing to get a cold compress. "Mr. Guzman, I'm sorry. I did not remind you that the coffee was hot. Quickly put it on your hand."
Mr. Guzman saw the cold compress, grabbed it, and pressed it on his hand.
With the cold compress, Mr. Guzman felt much better. His tight face gradually relaxed.
However, he glared at Dale with narrowed eyes.
If not for something more important, Mr. Guzman would have scolded this secretary.
Mr. Guzman was so angry that Dale couldn't even handle such a trivial thing.
Dale naturally knew that this fat man must be scolding him inwardly. Dale secretly twisted his mouth.
'Just scold me as you like.
'Anyway, I'll quit soon no matter whether that woman can keep the Squirrel team or not.
'I don't want to stay anymore.'
Of course, Dale had not yet resigned, so he'd better hide this idea lest the fat man should tamper with his resignation application and refuse to let him go.
"I'll get the tools to clean up the floor." Dale lowered his head and turned to leave.
Mr. Guzman stopped him. "Wait a minute. Clean up later. You just said Sydney had called me, right?"
Mr. Guzman sat down again. His chubby face became serious.
He looked more like a chief editor now.
"Yes." Dale stood up straight.
Mr. Guzman gripped the cold compress harder. "She must have called at this time for the gossip news online. Maybe she is suspicious of us. What did she say? "
Dale looked up at Mr. Guzman and answered, "She just asked why we had posted those rumors."
"That's all?" Mr. Guzman was in disbelief.
Dale shook his head. "Of course not. Ms. Raines asked who had told us to do that."
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