Susan was caught off guard, her mouth hanging open. Innocent as a lamb, she had no clue this room was off-limits. Franco's attitude rubbed her the wrong way.
"Get off me, you brute!" she yelled, shaking off Franco's grip. "Nobody told me this place was a no-go zone," Susan roared, catching her breath. "And seriously, you can't stay in perpetual mourning. I bet she'd be happy to see parties going down in her favorite spot," she muttered.
Franco's glare was dark and downright scary. He seemed like he was about to lose it. The employees stood there, frozen, terrified of facing some massive job cuts.
"Zip it! You've got no clue what you're saying!" he shouted.
Susan felt her blood boiling. She could understand his shock, but being humiliated and yelled at in public? Not cool.
"No one tell
