Nothing I said would've changed a thing.
"Mr. Cromwell, don't be upset. I'm sure Yara just got a little emotional because she cares," Molly cooed, running a hand down his back like she owned the place.
Then she turned to me, all fake-sweet. "Yara, don't get the wrong idea. I just had a headache, and Mr. Cromwell was helping me relax so I could keep working. Everything we do is for the company—you really don't need to overthink it."
I didn't know the full story, but I could feel it—this whole setup had Molly's fingerprints all over it.
Sandy, always the diplomatic one, knew better than to speak up. Molly was Derrick's favorite, and she wasn't about to get caught in the crossfire.
Not that it mattered. Even if she told the truth, Derrick wouldn't have listened.
I kept quiet, but he wasn't finished. Still pissed, he snapped, "No need to explain anything to her. Personal matters stay personal. This is a workplace—we follow the rules. Since Yara broke protocol, cancel her bonus this month. And dock half her salary."
Sandy blurted, "Mr. Cromwell, Yara already—"
She probably meant to mention my resignation, but Derrick shut her down with a glare. "I don't want to hear excuses. Do as I said."
Sandy didn't push it. She just turned and walked out.
I was about to do the same when Derrick suddenly called out.

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