Although the vast majority of people choose to swallow their anger, in an office, everyone's temperament varies.
No one can control other people's thoughts.
So, someone couldn't sit still.
"Nia Mitchell, what do you mean by that? Who are you insinuating against here?"
This was clearly a deliberate act around this meal.
"You're the one who wanted to treat us; if you're unwilling, you shouldn't have agreed in the first place. Why complain now, as if we forced you?"
Blah blah blah, this group of people is taking advantage yet saying such things here.
Nia Mitchell instantly became angry too.
She stood up directly from the chair, not caring about saving face at all.
"Whether this meal was my wish or not, you know it well in your hearts. Now that you've said this, I'm telling you, I'm not treating you to dinner!"
With a snap, she threw down this statement.
She really wasn't willing.
She merely didn't want to tear the mask off, since she came to work at Star Media, after all.
