[Diego's POV]
"I want to strangle him. Like this!"
Diego leaned back on his chair and chewed slowly as Quinn gripped her orange table napkin with both hands, teeth still gritting in intense anger at the memory of Johan humiliated her at the pantry. He only heard about it through rumors circulating like wildfire in their company, and Diego hid the smirk on his face as his former Mentor-slash-Co-Department-Head bristled in front of him.
Fucking hilarious.
"How dare he! How dare he insult me like that!" Quinn continued. Her usual stoic, professional-looking expression morphed in what seemed like a mad witch out to eat human flesh. "One of these days! One of these days, I'll make him pay!"
"Why don't you report him to the HR Department if you really want to get back at him?" Diego asked and put down his fork on the side of his plate.
