Chapter 82
Zelda drew in a sharp breath and quickly turned around, flashing a pointed look to the people
behind her.
Every pair of eyes immediately shifted to Calista. Getting coffee for the higher–ups was a task reserved for rookies, after all.
Calista didn’t quite understand the unspoken office rules yet. She genuinely thought they
expected her to give a progress report.
Roxanne couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed Calista by the arm and dragged her into the break room, not bothering to lower her voice.
She snapped, “Do you seriously have no sense? Ms. Marchand just walked in for an inspection, and you didn’t even bother to get her a cup of coffee? Are you brain–dead or just pretending?”
Roxanne was livid. Having a clueless rookie like this dumped on her felt like a cruel punishment.
“Sorry. I didn’t know,” Calista said, unbothered by the outburst. She moved to the side and began preparing the coffee.
“And what exactly do you think you’re doing? Is now really the time for you to be hand–brewing
artisanal coffee? Where the hell did you even get that setup?
“Cut the pretentious crap. Just pour her a cup of instant coffee and be done with it.”
Roxanne watched Calista’s every move with barely contained irritation. In the end, she couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “Same last name, huh? It’s wild how one turned out sharp while
the other’s fumbling through life.”
She threw the jab without looking back and left the break room.
Calista didn’t react, and her face remained unreadable. She had heard far worse.
When she finally stepped out with the coffee, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone held their breath, watching her every move.
Calista approached Ophelia with quiet composure and said, “Ms. Marchand, your coffee.”
Her posture was flawless, and her voice was calm. There was nothing to critique.
Ophelia took the cup with a glance, her expression impassive. She took a sip, then frowned. faintly, clearly unimpressed.
“Looks like your department could use some serious onboarding. That’s all for now. Make sure every department is prepared for the afternoon meeting. Understood?”
She rose slowly and deliberately, her movements calm and measured. Just before leaving, she gave Calista one last glance, the tension in her expression easing slightly.
Once the team had dispersed and Ophelia was out of sight, Zelda turned to Roxanne. “Take her back to the break room.”
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