CHAPTER 70

Poppy gulped.

"Mr. Blanco, I really don't understand. What have I done?" 

"You don't?" He raised a brow at her, and shook his head, bending slightly to open the drawer of his desk. He pulled out something, tossing it on the table and the second Poppy saw the carves of photos, a scene she knew all too well, one she could still vividly recall, her chest tightened, and she swallowed thickly, slowly lifting her head to meet his gaze. 

"M-mr. Blanco, it-it's not what you—"

"You're fired, Poppy." 

"What?" She blinked at him. "You're really going to—" 

"Yes. Your license is revoked," he said. 

Poppy quickly slammed her hands on the desk. "You can't do that! I've worked here for years and now you're just going to fire me like that and revoke my license?"