"You know what? Don't show up in front of me for now..." Pinching the bridge of her nose, Zoey closed her eyes and weakly waved her hand off as she refrained herself from drilling the woman's head. "Go," She muttered yet, the lady employee that was hanging her head low moved in a slow pace. As if she was wondering whether or not Zoey meant her words.
"Go! Don't you want to see the night set?!" Sensing the employee's reluctance, Zoey growled, her eyes were just as sharp as a real dagger.
"Y-yes!" The woman flinched, almost jolting as she snapped and scurried away from Zoey's office.
"Dios mio, Oh my god..." Zoey massaged her temples as another problem occurred.
Zoey sometimes wondered if her people used their brains or stored them in a safe place. She, at her very best, never failed to communicate with them: from production, purchase, customer service, art department and so on, so forth.
