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?"

people in the office! Now look at the data she screwed up. She's biting

eight years of relevant experience, always triple-checking the data input, and never had any errors! And, this data wasn't even my work... You think you can push me around because I'm new? Out

I assigned tasks to; it's clear as day that you're the one who messed

"Where's the proof? What if you're trying to smear me because you don't

out of the company

already had the surveillance footage checked... I did hand you a stack of documents to input data a few

this set of

IMS

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

Marilyn's fault; she's draggingel

down! Please

not high-ranking, the two colleagues standing with

them stepped

trust