I was speaking the truth. But Bruce's frown only deepened.
Just then, the lift door opened, and I feigned a calm demeanor and walked out.
But suddenly, Bruce grabbed my wrist and pulled me backward.
"Say that again, Nancy Fisher," he grunted hoarsely and urgently, giving off an inexplicable sense of grievance.
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm just stating the facts. Am I wrong, Mr. Harold?"
"You…" Bruce began.
"Bruce," Cindy suddenly interrupted.
Bruce paused before immediately letting go of me.
Then, Cindy jogged up to Bruce and affectionately hugged his arm. "I sent you a message. Didn't you see it?"
Bruce hummed, the anger on his face fading, and his expression returning to normal.
It was as if I had imagined the confrontation.
"You seemed engrossed in your chat with Nance. What were you talking about?" The topic suddenly shifted to me.
I met Cindy's doe eyes and muttered calmly, "Nothing much. We were just discussing the use of words."
"Really?" Cindy turned to Bruce. "Are you also interested in this area, Bruce?"
"I finally found you, Nance." Caroline stood at the door, giving me a knowing look.
Grateful, I hurried to her office.
"What's wrong? He didn't seem to be in a good mood today," Caroline said.
She was always good at observations.
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