Charis smiled coldly. She had to admit that Tiffany was one hard nut to crack.
She couldn't push too hard, or she would risk exposing her true purpose.
Charis pursed her lips and tried for a casual tone. "It would be best if she proved herself innocent, of course." She cast a pointed look at Tiffany, letting it linger for a couple of seconds. Then she gathered the documents she on the table and stood up. "Well, that's it for today's meeting. Thank you for your time, everyone."
Tiffany couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief as she watched Charis strut out of the conference room.
*******
Janet didn't go home as she was told. Instead, she had been in Tiffany's office ever since her return from the show.
When she had first stepped into their department earlier, she heard her colleagues discussing her plagiarism scandal. Apparently, the issue had prompted the senior executives to hold several meetings, all on short notice.
Tiffany soon went back to her office. She closed the door behind her and let out a long breath, as though she had just survived a fierce battle.
"Now, that was horrible," she said, pulling out a packet of tissues from her desk drawer. She proceeded to dab at the sweat beading on her forehead. "Charis wants to fire you, even though we haven't gotten to the bottom of this issue yet. It looks like she wants you to be the sacrificial lamb in her bid to save the company's reputation." And from what both women gathered, it appeared that the senior executives were already on board.
Janet was outraged. She jumped to her feet, her voice raised. "Didn't they say anything about conducting an investigation?"
Tiffany rubbed her temples. She could feel a headache coming. "She agreed to look into it. Don't worry for now. Just go home and get some rest. Try to steer clear of the new. They'll only cause you unnecessary stress."
Janet's lips stretched into a tight smile. How could she possibly be expected to relax in such a situation?
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