Lana Thompson yelled, "You're not here to chat, get back to work!"
Eve Thompson raised an eyebrow.
The task of setting up the venue was meticulous, but it was no more than placing a bottle of mineral water on each seat. Everyone could talk while they worked, it didn't affect anything.
What was Lana Thompson doing here, seeking attention?
Before she could speak, Freya Morrison was the first to explode, "Lana Thompson, which eye of yours saw us slacking off? You were elected by everyone, that's why you're the group leader. Do you really think you're a boss? We're not your subordinates!"
The seniors, about to graduate, had their hearts set beyond campus and weren't going to take any discipline.
Lana's words had provoked everyone's anger.
Everyone started criticizing her:
"Exactly, we've seen her perform well throughout college, but I guess she can't keep it up anymore?"
"Who does she think she is? Who does she think she's scolding?"
