"She is here," the employee said, staring at Jasmine, who gulped. Mr. Tran shot her a cold glare and walked over to her.
"Where were you? What kind of unprofessional detective are you? It’s been two weeks since my dad died, and I haven’t gotten any information from you about his death or the murderer." Mr. Tran yelled.
Jasmine looked around the company. The other employees were gone, and Mr. Tran was ready to create a scene.
"Where are the others?" Jasmine inquired.
"They are in the conference room. You are the only one that is not there." The employee said, walking in the direction of the room.
"Hey! Am I invisible? I am talking to you? I brought my attorney." Mr. Tran said, putting his phone in his ear.
"Why are you getting all worked up? Why do we need your lawyer? Come with me."
