"Who said we were late?"
Worton York brought in the clock hanging in the corridor and said to Merlanda Jorden, "Don't you know a watch? It's seven fifty-nine!"
"you?!"
Merlanda Jorden was furious enough, and now when she saw Worton York, she thought of that scrapped Accord, and she was even more furious.
Since that Accord was wrecked by Worton York, she now has to squeeze the bus with those assholes to and from get off work!
"Come on, Merlanda!"
Old Mr. Jorden was also very upset to see Worton York. After all, Worton York lost his hair. Now he can only wear a hat when he goes out. Even so, he still feels chilly on the top of his head.
This is a fatal blow to Old Mr. Jorden, who has always paid attention to his own image!
How could he not be angry?
"Rubina, although you are not late, but today is the day you take office, you have to set an example for everyone, right?"