"Not done yet! You wretch, you wretch, you wretch!" Clara's voice rang out, and before Eden knew it, documents flew from Clara's hands, landing squarely on Eden's smug face.
Eden winced, the sharp sting of paper biting at her nose and cheeks. She dashed over to Dylan, desperation in her voice, "Dylan, did you see that?!"
She stomped her foot repeatedly, demanding Dylan take her side. Dylan, however, only glanced at Clara, who was calmly gathering the scattered documents, a heaviness settling over him.
"Clara," he said softly.
Clara, now standing straight with the papers in her hands, quickly put on a polite smile. "I understand, you want me to apologize to Ms. Eden, right?"
She gave a slight bow. "Ms. Eden, I truly apologize, but Jackson is waiting for me, so I must excuse myself."
Without another word, she turned and left, not even sparing Dylan a second glance. Eden was left fuming, nearly screaming from frustration.
"Dylan, she doesn't respect you at all! You should fire her. Anyone can do her job; she's just a lowly worker."
"That's enough, Eden," Dylan's voice turned stern.
Eden's heart skipped a beat, realizing her mistake. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Dylan, please don't be mad."
With a grim face, Dylan retreated into his office. Eden stayed put, her eyes flashing with anger. Clara wouldn't get away with this!
Later, Clara was in her car, heading over to Dawson Enterprises. Upon arriving at the lobby, she explained her business to the receptionist.
The receptionist made a quick call, then gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, Jackson isn't available right now."
Clara knew this was just Jackson being difficult. She smiled back, "No worries, I'm here on behalf of Ferguson Corporation for a collaboration. Just let me know when Jackson's free, I'll be on that sofa."
Dropping Ferguson Corporation's name was a subtle reminder to Jackson of the weight behind her visit. The receptionist nodded, "Of course, I'll let Jackson know."
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