Debra’s POV: Shocked and startled, I quickly put the I0U back where I found it.
I turned around and found that it was Sally. She strode toward me in her high heels.
“Were you looking for the material for today’s meeting?” Sally asked with concern.
In order not to arouse her suspicion, I had to nod and say lamely, “Yeah, I was.”
“You’re so silly! The document is over there!” Sally pointed to another table in the office. Then, in a lower voice, she warned me, “The lock on the cabinet you opened just now is broken, and the new key hasn’t been made yet. Don’t touch it, or else you’ll be fired. That’s how Mr. Cooper’s former secretary was fired.”
As soon as she said this, another voice sounded from the door to the office.
“What the hell are you doing?” Adam demanded harshly.
He walked to us, his black Leather shoes hitting the floor heavily with every step he took. The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed in the quiet office.
Adam stopped in front of us and Looked us up and down, as though he suspected we were up to no good. The fierce expression on his face was intimidating.
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“Who allowed you to enter my office?” he asked coldly.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Cooper,” Sally apologized in a hurry. “Debra and I were just Looking for the material for today’s meeting. We’ll leave right now.”
As soon as she finished saying this, she immediately grabbed the stack of documents from the table and dragged me out of the office.
Before leaving, I subtly Looked over my shoulder and saw Adam Locking the cabinet before slipping the key into his pocket.
It seemed that the cabinet had been equipped with a new key. I doubted I’d find it unlocked again.
I sighed silently.
It was all my fault. I should have taken the photo of the IOU.
When we walked out of the office, Sally sighed in relief and patted her chest, feeling lucky that we got out in time before Adam could scold us.
I quickly changed the topic and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Sally. The scarf you Lent me got torn. Please Let me buy you a new one.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a silk scarf.” Sally waved her hand dismissively, as if she didn’t mind it at all.
Obviously, she cared more about my scar than her scarf. She looked at me with concern and asked, “Honey, your scar… It’s a little jarring. Would you want to have it removed? I know a really good doctor who can help you.”
I looked at her gratefully. Sally was as kind-hearted as Paula. I almost didn’t have the heart to lie to her.
“Don’t worry. I don’t really mind it that much. There’s not much trouble in keeping it anyway,” I said Lamely.
