"Is this the kind of work you submit?"
Maxwell Peary, his face dark, looked up, his hawk-like eyes scanning the woman standing uneasily to one side.
"I... I..." Phoebe Walker clenched her fists tightly. She hesitated for a long time but couldn't find any good excuses for herself.
It felt as though, in Maxwell Peary's presence, she couldn't even begin to form a cunning thought.
"Rework it and submit a new one to me before you leave today," Maxwell Peary said. He didn't waste words on her, simply waving his hand in a clear gesture for her to get out.
Phoebe Walker stood her ground, hesitating for a long time.
"Mr. Peary, I may not be able to finish this report before the end of the shift. The Office Room is also short-staffed, and many in our group are new."
After Phoebe Walker finished speaking, she deliberately straightened her posture.
