"You mean Mrs. Emma? Isn't her fiancé holding his wedding in Britain next week? How can she go when she's finished this? ?"
"I do not have any other choice. After all, the woman making her feather fly out everywhere is her subordinate ."
"What, she's Brenda? She's my colleague and my friend!"
"Okay." He replied softly.
"Let me follow up. I will give you a satisfactory result. I promise I will not be any worse off than Mrs. Emma!" I will do my best to win.
He looked at me for two seconds and finally made a concession. "It's entirely up to you."
When I returned to my office, I saw Brenda crying on the desk. She had changed into her usual business attire.
"Brenda, why are you still crying?"?
She raised her head and wailed, "Trista!" "I was scolded by Mr. Donald!"
"......"
"She must have beeb scolded very badly. She used up all the tissue in the office since she just cried!"