Rachel's face flushed as she stammered, "Mr. Burton, you've got it all wrong... I-I didn't have lunch, just wanted to grab a bite with Haynie..."
Mr. Burton wasn't having any of it. "I'm giving you one hour, Rachel. If you're not back by then, you'll stay an extra hour today. Two hours late? You're staying four hours extra."
Haynes frowned, "Mr. Burton, isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Rules are rules. As the company president, would you allow your employees to come and go as they please?" Mr. Burton replied sharply.
"But she's not your employee," Haynes countered.
Mr. Burton smirked, "I'm treating her terminal illness for free, and she can't even run errands for a few days? If she doesn't value her own life, how can she expect others to save it?"
Haynes had no reply.
Rachel felt a surge of frustration, ready to expose Mr. Burton as a charlatan right then and there. She was sure he was purposely making it hard for her. But she couldn't confront him without revealing her own lies.
It had to be Stella. Stella must have joined forces with this old geezer to torment her. Rachel's resentment towards Stella deepened.
Haynes turned to Rachel, "Do you want to come with me to get checked out, or stay here?"
Haynes wasn't naive. He had noticed that Rachel's hand injury wasn't serious. It didn't even require a bandage, as the wound had already scabbed over.
Rachel had hoped to use this as an excuse to leave, but Mr. Burton's ultimatum trapped her. She'd already spent half the day here, and leaving now would mean making up the entire day later, which wasn't worth it.
Forcing a smile, she said, "No, Haynie, you go ahead. I'm fine."
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