Manager Zhang's facial expression twisted from smugness into full-blown irritation and anger. His mouth opened, voice trembling with restrained fury.
"You… you dare talk back now? Do you think anyone will back you up? Don't get too full of yourself!" he spat, his eyes narrowing. "Just wait for your dismissal notice! Hmph!"
With that, he stormed off—his heavy steps pounding against the floor, his momentum louder and more dramatic than when he arrived.
A few heads peeked up from behind their screens, then quickly ducked again as if nothing had happened.
Melisa didn't move for a moment. Her back remained straight, her expression calm—not like someone who had just been threatened, but like a quiet spectator watching chaos unfold from a distance.
