Eve Thompson quickly moved to dodge the coffee cup.
But the cup fell to the ground, smashing and sending shards flying, one of which scratched her ankle harshly.
Furrowing her brow, she could see a small stain spreading out on her black jeans.
Sharp pain spread throughout her ankle like fire, but she didn't pay it any mind and instead looked at the people gathered around her.
Ava White stood up with a stern expression. "I heard about the incident yesterday, so I invited Mr. Bowen over today to clear up any misunderstandings and apologize."
Finishing her words, she looked at Claire Bowen and opened her mouth. "Mr. Bowen, about this trouble we've caused, she's young and just started in the Technical Department and doesn't know any better. I'd like to apologize on her behalf, is that alright?"
She appeared dignified and composed, like any other elder would be.
Such a hypocritical display was nauseating.
Eve Thompson's gaze grew even colder.
