Janice’s expression froze slightly into that of uncertainty. A few moments later, she recovered and held her palms together, bidding farewell. “If you’d excuse me...”
After she left, Mark yanked Davy into his office and lambasted, “You've got one job, Davy, just one! Your seat is right outside my office door, and you can’t even guard my door? Since when have I ever allowed anyone to enter my space without my explicit permission? This floor is a restricted area, and unless it’s something urgent, no one would be able to come in, got it? This is my last warning, Davy. If I see Janice Bell inside my office without my knowledge, you’re fired!”
Davy was dumbfounded. “B-But, Sir, I’ve never seen you express any problem with this? A-And the two of you always seem so close, and so I thought you wouldn’t mind something like this,” he explained. “Then there’s the fact that she has this charismatic way with people and knows the exact right word at the exact right time. It’s not easy resisting a charming young lady like that! B-B-But I get it now. Next time, I definitely won’t let her in anymore.”
Mark drew out a long breath. “That’s it. Get out now! You infuriate me!”
Cold sweat beads oozed out of Davy as he glumly and obediently returned to his post and continued to “guard the door." He might be Mark’s personal assistant, but most of his days were spent idle rather than being busy. Mark gave him very few things, so all he ever did was arranging his boss’s agenda-of-the-day or tidying the documents Mark required. As for the rest of his time at work, his job was reduced to staring into space, which was deceptively great but really just made him a glorified watchdog.
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