"Really?" Shelley chuckled in amusement. "You're way too serious, Zayn."
Zayn smiled faintly at her. "I'm definitely never as friendly as you are."
"That's for sure." Shelley raised an eyebrow and laughed.
The two seemed so close and intimate, and it was evident that they shared a great mutual understanding.
Everyone gazed at them profoundly, for this was indeed a sight to behold.After all, the two were childhood sweethearts, and their families were perfect for one another. If they were to join in marriage, both sides would only benefit each other greatly.
The Bendays especially looked forward to this.
Watching the scene before her, Carla felt as though an infinite number of cats were scratching at her heart. It felt agonizing.
Stay calm, Carla. Stay calm. Stay calm!
Then, along with the other secretaries, she carefully and politely placed the documents in front of everyone before preparing to take her leave.
Then, Mr. Domitos noticed her. "Carla? You're back, " he remarked amicably.
"Yes, Mr. Domitos." Carla smiled and nodded lightly.
"That's good to know." Mr. Domitos seemed pleased. "Do your best."
"I will!" Carla put the documents down and subconsciously glanced at Zayn, only to notice the man gazing at Shelley. The two seemed to have excellent chemistry as they communicated with their
eyes.
With a tremble of her hand, Carla accidentally knocked Mr. Domitos's teacup out of its place.
Clang! The teacup fell over on the table, spilling its contents over Mr. Domitos and Carla's thigh.
Carla's thigh instantly burned in pain.
"Ahhh!" Mr. Domitos jumped to his feet and inhaled sharply.
"I'm so sorry!"
Disregarding the pain on her thigh, Carla immediately apologized to Mr. Domitos and began to clean up the mess.
"Are you alright, Mr. Domitos?" Mosa rushed over and growled at Carla. "What is wrong with you? Get out!"
"It's fine! Don't blame her."
Mr. Domitos quickly tried to ease the situation for Carla. In truth, he was wearing trousers, so the tea hadn't scalded him in any way.
"I'm sorry…" Carla apologized once more before lowering her head and leaving the room.
This time, Zayn finally spared her a glance, but not before quickly looking away.
Shelley, too, gazed at Carla briefly before immediately turning to Mr. Domitos. "Are you okay, Mr. Domitos? Are you injured? Do you want to visit the hospital?"
"I'm fine. It's just that my clothes are wet."
"Go back to your office and get changed then, " Zayn instructed.
"Alright." Then, Mr. Domitos left with his assistant.
"We'll start the meeting without him, " Zayn announced.
Upon arriving in the bathroom, Carla used a disposable towel soaked in cold water and pressed it against the area that was scalded by the hot tea.
It didn't look too serious, but her skin had turned red, and it stung.
It should be fine after a while. With that thought, Carla didn't pay too much attention to her thigh.
"Carla!" Mosa briskly walked in with a tube of burn-aid cream. "Use this."
"Thanks, Miss Wright." Carla felt extremely guilty.
Mosa was a great leader. Despite harshly reprimanding Carla every time she messed up, the former would still always help solve her problems at the end of the day.
"What's up with you today? You look so unsettled, " Mosa remarked with concern. "Did something happen at home, or are you not feeling well?"
"Maybe it's because it's my time of the month, so I'm not in my best performance." Carla quickly came up with an excuse. "I'm really sorry about what happened back there. Is Mr. Domitos okay?"
"I just came over from Mr. Domitos's office. He's not injured, but his clothes got wet." Then, Mosa frowned. "You're lucky it was him. You'd be in huge trouble if it were another shareholder or a guest."
"Yes, Ma'am…" Carla lowered her head in shame.
"Since you're not doing too well today, you shouldn't work at the front desk. Go do some back-office work, " Mosa instructed. "Give the pantry a tidy, then go collect the documents in the meeting room at eleven."
"Okay!"
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