"Please rest assured, Mr. Gordon, such a thing will never happen to me, Ivy Aretha. I hope you won't trouble me with your prejudices. After all, work should be evaluated based on abilities, shouldn't it?"
Ivy Aretha, showing no fear towards Michael Gordon's anger, chin raised, held his gaze, "You experienced my abilities last night, Mr. Gordon. I hope you will honor the promise you made last night, and not give me difficulties."
She and Zach Gilbert never had anything to do with each other. Michael Gordon was just picking a fight unreasonably. At times like this, it's better to express oneself directly, especially since she had successfully completed the assessment task he mentioned last night.
Michael Gordon didn't say anything. His gaze fixed on her deep black eyes. His deep gaze focused as if he could penetrate her soul in an instant. His right hand rhythmically tapped the desk...
The office suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
