"Fufufufu," the woman let out a strange laugh as she grinned at Corina.
Gordon turned to look at the woman. He glared at her, his face covered with frustration. "Woman! I've told you a thousand times to stop messing up the damn bakery. You know how difficult it is to scrub the dye off the floor?"
The woman frowned. "Shut up. I'll clean the floor and the entire kitchen myself, like I always do. You never lift a finger to clean this place."
"No, go work on the damn cake! Our client is going to be pissed if you miss the deadline!"
"Why don't you bake it yourself, you damn oaf?" The woman scoffed, then disappeared to the back of the bakery.
"That's what I thought!" Gordon yelled loudly enough for her to hear. He then cleared his throat and returned his attention to Corina. "I apologize for the commotion. It's not my intention to make a scene in front of our customers, especially ones of your prestige."
