Adelle Turner left the work plan and tasks, then turned and left.
Giselle Browman just watched Adelle turn around, then grasped the work plan in her hand, "Adelle, I'm giving you a count of three. If you still want this plan, you come get it yourself, or I'm throwing it directly into the trash."
"...What did you say?" Adelle turned back, her complexion looking awful.
"Are you deaf?" Giselle Browman pursed her lips in a faint smile, a smile filled with irony, and then, in two or three movements, she tore what she so-called the work plan into several pieces.
"Giselle Browman, have you lost your mind? This is work." Adelle wanted to scream. There was only one copy of this work plan, which she had stayed up late to finish because she forgot to save it, meaning if it's gone now, she would have to redo it all.
She truly hadn't expected Giselle Browman to have the audacity to act so recklessly.
