"Exactly!"
Charmaine snorted, "All of you want to offer her son well-wishes, so why don't you all go to her house and offer them to him personally? We're in the office, during office hours and blessing a child who doesn't even work here?"
With that, she turned and looked at Fiona solicitously. "Fiona, you have to tell President Lynch about this!"
"It's alright."
Fiona lowered her head shyly. "Joshua himself celebrated the occasion for me during office hours... Actually, he wanted the entire office to come together and pray for my smooth recovery but I didn't want to trouble everyone..."
With that, she lowered her head, her cheeks dusted in pink. "Actually, I don't really care whether other people wish me well or not, I'm happy as long as I have Joshua."
Luna narrowed her eyes slightly at the other woman's words. She knew Fiona said this on purpose. She intentionally brought up Joshua, intentionally mentioned that she rejected Joshua’s suggestion for the entire office to offer her their well-wishes, and had Joshua celebrate with her alone...
She was just trying to show that Joshua wanted to
spoil her but she herself was too kind and understanding to allow that. But most importantly, it was to drive Luna crazy.
At this thought, Luna could not help but laugh. She never expected that even now, Fiona still saw her as competition, and would even purposely mention the fact that Joshua celebrated her discharge for her and her alone.
She did not have the time to play the game for Joshua's affection. So, she hugged the big bouquet of flowers to her chest and smiled casually. "Ms. Blake is a reasonable woman after all."
Then, she raised her head and looked at Shannon. "M s. Blake and Charmaine are right, we should not be doing this during office hours. But since we have, then all of you, write a 500-word apology and send it to me."
Everyone could not help but mourn in their hearts.
They were just offering their blessings, why did they have to write a letter of apology?
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