CEO Augustine strode toward his private lift and pressed the button. The elevator doors slid open in silent invitation, welcoming him inside."
"What the hell was that about?" Freda questioned Charles as they both raised their head, glancing at the elevator door which was already closed.
Freda sensed that CEO Augustine was colder than usual, his demeanor more distant, his gaze sharper.
Still, she couldn't resist poking fun at her colleague. "You should be lucky I helped you clean the CEO's office. Otherwise, today might have been your last day here," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes, unaware of the storm brewing beneath Augustine's icy exterior.
Freda had arrived at the company building hours ago, and after finishing her assigned cleaning duties, she approached the head cleaning staff manager to request access to the CEO's office.
With a carefully crafted lie, she claimed that Charles had personally asked her to clean it.