The Woman From Hell

Chapter 1744



I looked at Queenie. Fury boiled within me, and the look in my eyes was not friendly.

The stern look in my eyes scared Queenie. Her expression changed slightly, and she stumbled over her words as she said, "1-1 was just stating the truth."

My gaze turned to Sandra, who was sitting at the head of the table, when I heard a sigh. She was the one who had sighed, and she had a solemn look on her face as she said, "Alright, go find out which part of the data was incorrect."

"Alright." The person who responded was Mitchell Jacobs, the head of the programming department.

His fingers flew over his laptop's keyboard, and he soon identified where the data's vulnerabilities were. After extracting the relevant data, he faced the projector and pointed at a cell that housed data. "This is it. There's an additional decimal point in here.”

It was a minuscule error, but it affected all the other relevant data after it.

I stared at the spreadsheet. How could something have gone wrong after I had cross-checked it multiple times? However, the mistake was displayed right before me now, and I had no choice but to admit it was my fault.

I stood and looked at everyone. "I'm sorry, everyone. It was my fault. I'll make up for it."

to make up for this? What you said sounds wonderful, but how are you

wanted to fight back, but there was

had really missed out on that mistake when checking

are inevitable. Work overtime and patch up the mistakes. Your overtime fees will be tripled. As for Wanda, since it's the first time you've made a mistake, you'll be let go with a warning. Things

"Thank you, Director."

"I..." I was just about to fight back when Sandra beat me to that. "Queenie! We're all part of the same department, and is it only her fault that the data was

verify all the data. You hold responsibility for

say anything else but continued glaring at me with a vengeful look in her

be all. Meeting adjourned!" Sandra seemed slightly agitated, and before leaving, she glanced at me and said," Wanda, meet me in my office." She left the meeting room when she

about to head to her office when

she can

Who would have thought that Mrs.

the

to me previously, but

"Don't speak such nonsense. How could you

Sanders. That will prevent me from overthinking things." I did not bother looking back when