Spoiled by the Silver Fox

"So we're just gonna pin it on some scapegoat? Someone takes the fall, and he's off the hook?" Martin scoffed.

"Uh... I don't get it; I'm just a finance assistant..."

"Keep an eye on this; I'm going down to check it out!"

"What? Martin, you're coming down yourself?"

Not only did Martin get personally involved, he strutted down to the eighteenth floor, where the finance department was, with four assistants from the thirty-fifth floor. When he arrived, it was already a madhouse.

A few supported Marilyn but were pathetically outnumbered, just two women and one man.

The majority were backing Nina; after all, she was the deputy director of finance, and her rank alone was enough to keep people in line.

And then there were those in the middle, all huddling behind the finance department head, who was a middle-aged man.

"I don't really care who's responsible for this screw-up, but someone's gotta take the rap today, or it's gonna come up in tomorrow's meeting, and none of us will have a good time! Year-end's coming up; who here still wants their bonus?"

sucking up to people in the office! Now look at the data she screwed up. She's biting back at me, claiming it was all me! When did

this data wasn't even my work... You think you can push me around because I'm new? Out of all the finance staff, no one checks anything and just says it's my fault?

it's clear as day that you're the one who messed up; why won't you

the proof? What if you're trying to smear me

supposed to get kicked out of the

The proof's right here; I've already had the surveillance footage checked... I did hand you a stack of documents to input data a

this set of

IMS

gave you was this one, Marilyn. Are you still denying it? Boss, I'm leaving this to you; I've explained everything. This has

Marilyn's fault; she's draggingel

department down! Please see

high-ranking, the two colleagues standing

of them stepped forward to speak

trust Marilyn;