Ballard Group, President's Office.
"Marion, this wasn't my fault..."
Verena's voice trembled with the threat of tears. She stood in front of the desk, looking aggrieved, clutching a contract—one that had been signed incorrectly.
It was a minor file requiring only a chief secretary's review, but her oversight had nearly caused a significant procedural error.
"It's all Kirsten's fault. She didn't properly hand over the work yesterday, and today she didn't even show up! With so much complex work, how could I possibly get the hang of it without her teaching me?"
She deflected all blame while carefully watching Marion's reaction.
Marion's brow furrowed, irritation swelling within him.
He didn't care about the document. What gnawed at him was Kirsten's attitude.
She hadn't even come to w
