Emily's POV
The white paper under Fiona's hand was scratched by her, but she didn't seem to notice.
I knew she must be very angry with me right now, but she couldn't punish me.
I wanted to say more, but Fiona angrily interrupted me and threw me out of the office. I went back to my desk and had just sat down when the project staff surrounded me.
"Emily! Did Mr. Vincent send you home that day?"
"Oh my God! I'm so jealous of you, Emily! I also want to ride in Mr. Vincent's car."
"I was drunk that night and didn't know what was going on. It was Mr. Vincent's assistant, Miss Lucy, who told me all this."
My colleagues gathered around me curiously and wanted me to tell them about that day, but I had already returned home after I became conscious that day and didn't know how
