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?"

she screwed up. She's biting back

errors! And, this data wasn't even my work... You think you can

to; it's clear as day that you're the one who messed up; why

"Where's the proof? What if you're trying to smear me because

to get kicked out of the company just 'cause

would smear you? The proof's right here; I've already had the surveillance footage checked... I did hand you

not this set

IMS

it? Boss, I'm leaving this to you; I've explained everything. This has nothing

Marilyn's fault; she's draggingel

Please

not high-ranking, the two colleagues standing with Marilyn were

stepped forward to

we trust Marilyn;