Bella extended her arm, blocking the duo's path, and cast them a sidelong glance.
"Talking thrash behind someone's back is easy, huh? Talking big when no one's looking, but when confronted, you flee? How spineless," she jeered with an icy edge.
The two quivered, realizing their mistake, and dared not contest.
Instead, they kept bowing and offering apologies.
One of them slapped her cheek as she spoke, "Ms. Wickam, I'm sorry, I was out of line. I won't repeat it, I promise."
Bella's gaze remained firm, without a hint of compassion.
"Our company doesn't need employees who can't keep a lid on things and stir up trouble, especially those who spread gossip about the management and sowing chaos in the office. Now, head to the finance department, sort out your salary, and get lost!"
Both of them pleaded, but the one who had been so eager to trash-talk just a moment ago stood there dumbfounded.
Who would've thought her loose lips would cost her the job?
Bella didn't linger. She left the two in shock and walked away.
Within an hour, the incident had made its rounds throughout the company.
Everyone was discussing it.
"Is she just trying to wield power and shut everyone up?"
"Seriously, enough! Aren't you afraid of losing your job?"
"But... What if Ms. Wickam was set up? We didn't see anything firsthand. You know how damaging false accusations can be, especially for women."
The conversation tapered off as one of the colleagues chimed in. Bella's no-nonsense handling had more or less ended the office gossip.
When the rumors came to Elisa's attention, they had, for the most part, died down.
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