Kylie's POV
The three of us both turned to the direction of the voice—It was Gregory. He stood, his eyes gazing at us, most especially mine and I felt my stomach knotting with fear for arguing with Kim.
He warned me. He warned me but I was too stubborn to listen.
Roi coughed, cutting out the tension that tended to taint the air. "Sorry about that, sir."
"Yes." Kim quickly chirped in.
Gregory dragged his gaze back to me, expecting to say something but I didn't. "I don't expect colleagues to be throwing fingers at themselves. So you guys better make up with anything you're doing or you'll as well be fired." He said in an ordering tone. I stood with shaky legs as Kim eyed me for sometime.
"Yes, sir." Kim replied. Sparing another last glance at me, she walked away and Roi did the same.
