"I asked you to bring the financial statements!" Jeremiah slammed down the pile of papers. "Why are you giving me these things?"
Marie was terrified. "But, sir, you asked me to bring the project submission form."
Jeremiah's gaze was intense. "So you mean I was wrong? You were deaf, but I was wrong? If you feel right, why don't you just be the boss? Let me be your subordinate!"
The other objects seen on the table were slammed again. This time pen and marker.
Marie closed her eyes as the falling pen hit her leg, she didn't dare to answer anymore. Even though he felt innocent, he said, "Forgive my omission, sir."
"Go away! Don't show your face in front of me! Have Helga hand it over."
"Y-Yes."
Jeremiah spun around in his chair, his back to his secretary. Marie immediately left quickly.
