"Since when did the assistants in the HR department start serving coffee to their colleagues? Shouldn't they be working for the artists instead?" Margaret asked with a pleasant voice.
"Who are you? What does this have to do with you?" The woman stared at Margaret sharply. "I am a senior in this company while she is just an intern. What's wrong with asking her to help?"
"And just like senior citizens, you can't even move without help anymore. A senior you are indeed!"
"You!"
Margaret grabbed the coffee from the girl and poured it right on the woman in front of everyone.
The coffee was still hot, as it had just been made.
The spilled coffee spilled all over the woman's chest, wetting everything in its path.
She screamed and immediately covered her chest as her sponge pad was becoming increasingly visible through her soaked shirt.
"How small, I don't even think that's an A cup!" Margaret announced as she put down the cup.
The woman had been in the HR department for years, and she had never been treated like this before.
"Who do you think you are?" She yelled furiously, lifting her hand.
She was ready to slap Margaret in the face.
However, a small figure quickly jumped in front of Margaret and took the slap for her.
It was the intern.
"Why did you do that?" Margaret asked. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the intern. Her heart ached for the girl.
She could've actually easily avoided the slap.
"You're also a new intern, aren't you? Bianca is a senior in the HR department. We can't offend her." The girl whispered.
It turned out she thought Margaret was a new colleague.
She was worried that she would offend the woman named Bianca and would not have an easy time at the HR department.
"Don't worry." Margaret patted her shoulder and stared at Bianca.
Bianca sneered, "You dare provoke me? You are looking for trouble!"
"You're the one who's looking for death!" Margaret argued back.
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