Grizelle slowly walked over. At first, she didn't want to be angry because seeing the woman's condition still in the recovery stage neutralized the soul that was once scared to shiver because of Dexter's anger, but when she got there, Grizelle couldn't help but protest against the worker's insolent attitude.
"I have reminded you many times, to Mr. Dexter, never be presumptuous in front of him. Just do your job as ordered. Earlier, before you entered his room, I also gave a warning, but you ignored my orders!"
Grizelle was furious, didn't somehow she could make so female workers would stop submitting to Dexter's charm. But wasn't her prohibition the same as opposing God? The Most Perfect God who created Dexter so perfect, if wanted to stop submitting to Dexter's charm, then ask the Almighty to stop the charm that man emitted.
Grizelle massaged her forehead. "You ... Get back to work," she said and waved the back of her hand. The woman went obediently.
