"Ah, ah, ah, where did you hear that news?"
"The recruiter said it. At the time, Manager Brown, she..."
When Forsythia Brown arrived at the president's office, the green-eyed beauty Sharma who had interviewed on the same day as she had, a graduate from Oxford, happened to be leaving the office.
Seeing Forsythia, she snorted arrogantly.
She had thought becoming the president's assistant was the most prestigious position, only to find this Asian woman parachuting into the Public Relations Department as a manager.
"Manager Brown," Sharma greeted lukewarmly, out of recognition of their hierarchical relationship.
Without so much as a glance, Forsythia grunted and headed straight for Lucas's desk.
Looking up at Forsythia, Lucas said, "Sharma, make some coffee."
"I prefer lemon tea."
Lucas then said, "Then make it lemon tea."
Sharma pouted, stamped her foot lightly, said "Okay," and left the office.
