Michael's hand chopped through the air, a sharp gesture silencing Samantha mid-sentence.
"I don't pay you to make excuses, Samantha," he said, his voice firm. "I pay you to deliver results."
Samantha's eyes widened, her face flushing. She took a step back, dipping into a slight bow. "Understood, sir."
She turned to leave, but Michael's voice halted her. "Samantha, where are you going?" He asked softly.
Samantha paused, her hand on the door handle. "I thought I'd return to my office," she replied, her voice measured. She dosen't know her office, she was only eager to stay away from Michael.
Michael's gaze never left hers. "You'll work from here."
He gestured to a small table tucked into the corner of his office, its surface gleaming in the fluorescent light. "That's your station."
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