Dawn Sutherland approached, her gaze sweeping over the three employees in the tea room, her eyes chillingly cold, her voice equally frosty, carrying a hint of ice: "You all seem quite idle during work hours! Sam Brown, deal with them! C.Y doesn't need employees like this!"
Sam Brown nodded, his face composed, "I understand, President Sutherland."
Dawn Sutherland turned around, took two steps, then stopped, but did not look back. Her cold voice echoed: "It's me, Dawn Sutherland, who clings to Daisy Grant, and it's me who aspires to Daisy Grant. If you don't know the facts, shut your mouths! Ignorant fools!!"
Dawn Sutherland's indifferent back disappeared from the tea room.
The three female employees' faces turned pale as they pleaded with Sam Brown.
