Rose's cheeks flared with heat, a crimson tide that betrayed her embarrassment.
"I don’t even know how to do these data sheets, Rosalynn. You set me up, didn't you? Just so you could have a good laugh at my expense?" Her voice was thick with anger.
"So you admit you're clueless? You wanted to be my secretary, yet you can't handle the basics? If you can't grasp the simplest tasks, Ms. Albinia, tell me, what position should I assign you? Fetching coffee? Greeting guests?" Rosalynn's voice was sharp, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the desk.
Rose's face grew beet red. Fetching coffee and greeting guests—those were the demeaning tasks she had been reduced to at Penn's side.
Rosalynn prodded when Rose fell silent. "If you've nothing to say, you might as well leave. I have a meeting to attend to."
Rose's fists clenched tight.d2
She shot Rosalynn a venomous glare, but instead of leaving, she turned to Sean. "Mr. Sean, would you mind stepping out for a moment? I need to speak with Rosalynn privately."
Sean's face was a picture of exasperation. Since Rose was Rosalynn's handpicked assistant, Sean had a soft spot for Rose. But she was adept at nothing but throwing tantrums and pointing fingers.
His eyes darted to Rosalynn, seeking guidance. Without looking up, Rosalynn nodded. "Please."
"Understood." Sean hesitated, but ultimately he nodded and headed for the door.
Rose held no fondness for Sean. The upper echelons of Bane Corporation were beyond her comprehension. Grown men, trailing after Rosalynn like puppies, hanging on her every word...
At her command, none dared to stray.
The office door closed with a soft click.
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