Sister Carter jumped up like she had her paw stepped on: "Sophie Wilson, what nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean by standing up for Eva? Weren't you late? You're late, and you think you're in the right?"
"I know I was late, and I never said it was okay. Didn't I ask you to deduct the money according to company policy? There's no issue with the deduction, but who gave you the right to curse at me? Try cursing at me again!" Sophie Wilson kicked away the obstructing office chair with a bang and glared angrily at Sister Carter.
Sophie Wilson, standing at a height of 1.7 meters, tall and well-proportioned, is definitely not the weak and fragile type. Once her aura opens, she absolutely dwarfs Sister Carter, who is less than 1.65 meters even in heels.
"Alright, alright, Supervisor Carter, this is work time, let's not delay everyone's work," the marketing supervisor said, hearing the commotion.
Sister Carter seized the opportunity to save face, snorted at Sophie Wilson, turned around, and strutted away on her high heels.
Once outside the marketing department office, Sister Carter leaned against the wall a bit weakly, patting her chest in relief.
Why was Sophie Wilson so frightening just now?
Her heart was still beating wildly, distressed by the palpitations.
She decided she needed to warn Eva.
"President Palmer is not someone who can't distinguish right from wrong. Once President Palmer returns from his business trip, I'll have a talk with him," the marketing supervisor advised Sophie Wilson, implying that even though Eva is President Palmer's niece, she shouldn't act recklessly.
The marketing supervisor had high regard for this employee in his department; her ability to handle matters was impressive, and she was anything but unsound.
He couldn't stand Eva using her uncle's position as head of the subsidiary to manipulate things behind the scenes. He didn't care about other departments, but Eva should not overstep in his.
The morning was nearly over, and by twelve, everyone went on their lunch break.
The company's welfare was decent, with pre-ordered lunchboxes delivered uniformly by a dining service.
"Eva, I brought you your favorite ribs," Lucas Payten said warmly, holding two lunchboxes, arriving at Eva's workstation.
"Go wash your hands first, I'll make you a cup of milk tea," Lucas Payten's attentiveness made Eva particularly pleased, and she got up to wash her hands in the restroom.
Just as Eva finished washing her hands, she saw Sophie Wilson entering through the mirror, pretending she hadn't noticed her, and said to the colleague next to her, "You know, Lucas treats me like a child; he needs to fetch my meals and make my milk tea. I'm worried I won't be able to do anything myself after being with him for so long."
Could the colleague not tell that Eva was showing off on purpose?
But then, who wouldn't want to flatter Eva when she had an uncle who was the president? When was a better time to suck up?
"That's because Designer Payten loves you so much. Who else would he pamper if not you?"
The colleague's flattery made Eva feel as pleased as eating two popsicles; her heart was utterly satisfied: "True, who made him so in love with me."
Meanwhile, Sophie Wilson had already reached the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands expressionlessly.
"I'm leaving. I'm afraid my dear Lucas will get anxious; he can't be away from me for a second," Eva boasted, lifting her head and walking out like a victorious colorful hen. She had just walked to the restroom door with flair when she suddenly froze, her eyes fixated on the man coming towards her.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, with a thin shirt outlining his streamlined muscles, complemented by his impeccably handsome face, he was the epitome of walking hormones!