Sophia had heard much worse words than this. She apologized to Maisie and did what she was instructed to. She headed back to the office of the chief finance officer.
The office door was not completely closed. She could see Maisie lecturing someone in there. Sophia hesitated but knocked on the door.
âCome in!â Maisie did not even look at her.
She continued berating the person standing in front of her desk coldly, âWhat did your team promise about the financial analysis deadline?! Take a look at the date today!â
The personâs head was lowered. They said in a low voice, âItâs just about to be...â
âStop telling me that itâs just about to be done. You said that yesterday! If you knew you werenât able to do it, why did you promise me?! This is deception! Youâre making use of someone elseâs trust for you!!â Maisie interrupted sharply.
That personâs face went bright red as the apologies continued.
Bam!
Maisie slammed hard onto the table and sat in her chair. âGive it to me! Give me the analysis you have just done and let me have a look!â
âMs. Leadman, I...â
âGive it to me now! If itâs not with you, go on and bring it to me! How did such a pig-brain like you manage to get into White Industriesâ headquarters?!â
That person was quite dejected over the scolding. They headed out to get the documents with a lowered head and droopy shoulders.
Maisie was breathing rapidly in anger. She turned her gaze to Sophia. âYouâre something else, arenât you? Using all morning just for an onboarding into the company.â
âIâm sorry, Iâll try not to make the same mistake next time,â Sophia lowered her eyes and answered calmly.
Maisie replied with a stoic expression, âI need a definitive answer! Not that youâll try your best! You havenât done a thing all morning. I donât think youâll accomplish anything even if I gave you another afternoon!â
Sophia could tell Maisie was especially antagonistic toward her. âIâm sorry, I will definitely finish any tasks you give me next time.â
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Maisie said sarcastically, âDefinitely? If I told you to handle bookkeeping, complete a financial analysis, come up with a financial budget for a project, or get you to do tax planning... Which of these would you be able to do?â
Sophia was silent.
She truly could not do any of those.
In fact, she had only just gotten to know these professional jargon two days ago.
However, Maisie would not be satisfied with whatever answer she gave. Sophie could tell that Maisieâs anger for her was quite substantial.
âWhatâs manâs biggest taboo? Itâs telling lies! Making promises they canât keep! Being full of themselves!â Maisie waved her off in frustration.
âGo home first and understand basic professional jargon for financial and tax matters. Return for work tomorrow! Otherwise, not only will you be unable to do a thing, you wonât even be able to understand what weâre saying!â
There was nothing Sophia could say to help herself.
She had learned plenty of things the last few days, but she could not say that there was no need for her to go home and learn them. If she ended up getting stumped when Maisie asked her a question, it might make things worse for her with Maisie.
âGoodbye, Ms. Leadman,â Sophia said goodbye to Maisie and grabbed her bag to head out.
When the door was completely closed, Maisie grunted coldly, âWhat can she amount to when she backs off after a few words?â
Sophia got off the elevator as everyone looked curiously at her while she left the office in a slightly awkward manner.
She had imagined different scenarios about what would happen on her first day of work, but she never thought that she would only last half a day in the office before she embarrassingly got kicked out by her superior.
Sophia turned back to look at the gold-colored words of âWhite Industriesâ, frowning slightly. She was unwilling to go home just like that. She absent-
mindedly headed straight along the walkway, thinking about how best to get along with Maisie.
If her upcoming days in the office were similar to today, she would not be able to learn a thing besides receiving scoldings...
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