"I apologize, Deputy Director," Gianna started when she walked into the office with Mason.
Mason, who had leisurely stepped away from her, took a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the large table in the middle of the room.
"I lost track of time while working on new designs… actually I had expected my secretary to buzz me in when the time was right but…"
"She mentioned she did, Gianna Aldo. It will do you good not to lie against an employee, not even if she is your secretary. We get that it might be different from the norm in your previous company, but the case is different here. We don't appreciate it, at all."
Gianna's lips were pursed. She took a rather short look at the Deputy Director who had just spoken.
The Deputy Director was a woman with a stern face, in her late thirties, dressed in a baby-pink suit—mildly adorned with jewelry that pinched the eye with restrained taste.
