"LARISSA MUTYA?" Dalia loudly exclaimed.
She walked backwards while looking at Larissa and the ten-year-old wallpaper on her phone, as if she was star-struck. She then walked closer again and grabbed Jerrod's sleeve and dragged him away from Larissa.
"W-what? You can't hit me! I brought a shield!" he said, as he was still afraid of whatever was in Dalia's mind.
"I know that! But you should have informed me beforehand!" Dalia said in a hushed tone. She grabbed Jerrod's shoulder so they could talk closer, and Larissa could not hear what they were saying. "If I knew, then I shouldn't have made you wait outside, and I have prepared my office well!"
Jerrod rolled his eyes and tried to remove Dalia's hand from his.
"What else are you going to prepare? You should have treated me nicely in the first place!"
"You bastard! You will never get it because you have never been a stan of anything."
