Florence had displayed different emotions with her eyeballs within those few minutes, and at last, she settled for fake tears as she gripped the edge of his table, "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know much about him. He barely says important thing in front of me."
Mike narrowed his eyes at her, barely moved by her tears, "Seems you just decided your job isn't precious to you. I'll ask the HR to type your…"
"No sir," she screamed. Mike raised a brow at her. "I'm ready to talk."
And she did.
She split every little thing she knew about Alfred; most she had gathered illegally, maybe hoping to threaten him when they had a misunderstanding. Anyway, it would work well for Mike without putting much effort into finding things about Alfred.
