This was the first time most employees had the chance to see the President of the Purgatory Factory in person.
But their fear of the President overwhelmed their curiosity.
Almost every employee lowered their head at once.
They didn't dare face her imposing presence!
The President's eyes held a glint like distant, cold stars. A mere flick of her gaze was enough to silence the entire room.
The atmosphere nearly froze.
"Did you poison today's food?"
That icy voice fell upon the Head Chef's ears.
He shuddered instinctively, the color draining from his chin all the way up his face. He could hear almost nothing, only a silent terror coursing through his limbs.
The Head Chef didn't know how to answer.
He wasn't confident enough to deny the accusation.
The chefs under him had never been the most reliable.
'It was entirely possible that this mass poisoning and diarrhea incident was the result of some cook secretly tampering with the food.'
