"Hey, why hasn't Sophie Wilson come back after work? Doesn't she need to clock out?"
At quitting time, everyone was lined up at the attendance clock by the door, but Eva looked around and didn't see Sophie Wilson, so she asked in a mocking tone.
"She's really something, isn't she? Does she think the company is her home, coming and going as she pleases?"
After complaining, Eva clocked out and took the elevator downstairs.
As soon as she reached the ground floor, something caught her eye.
Isn't that Sophie's wealthy boyfriend over there?
Just as she was about to approach, Eva hesitated. The car behind Charles Seymour wasn't the one from the dinner the other day.
"Hmph, turns out he's just pretending to be rich," Eva muttered derisively.
"Wow, is that..." someone nearby exclaimed, catching Eva's attention, "What are you shouting about?"
"Can't I be excited?" said a male colleague from the same company, who was a car enthusiast and, moreover, someone who didn't like Eva.
