"Eve, you see everyone is busy, can you please help me photocopy these documents?"
Eve Thompson looked at the employees who were "busy" reading newspapers, playing games, and gathering to chat in Dean Harris's mouth, her face full of confusion.
Dean Harris maliciously pushed a cart full of documents in front of her: "I see you're quite idle, and aren't you here to learn? These are our professional materials, and you can learn while copying them."
Eve: ?
By the time she finished copying that cart of documents, wouldn't it be tomorrow morning?
A sharp flash crossed her eyes. Was he trying to bully her?
She hooked her lips and spoke softly, "Mr. Harris, I'm afraid you have misunderstood me."
Dean Harris thought she was going to explain about the matter of complaining behind his back. He sneered and waited for her to cave in and beg for mercy.
