Hearing the sound of the commotion, Laura left her private office and strode toward Mrs. Chase with a polite smile on her lips. There was no sign of coldness in her demeanor like how she was when greeting Leah earlier.
"Mrs. Chase, is there a problem? Don't be angry. Let's sit down and talk," said Laura soothingly.
"Why would I want to sit down and talk with you?" Mrs. Chase demanded.
She raised her hand and threw the glass perfume bottle she was holding at Laura. Unable to dodge it, Laura could only endure it. The smile on her face faded.
"What did I tell you when I first came to you? I told you not to add bergamot into the perfume! When my husband and I got married, it didn't smell like this at all! What the hell is wrong with the perfume designers at Thomas Co.? Do you even want to
