Anne was deep in her work, juggling tasks with ease—double-checking project deadlines, calling clients for contract renewals, compiling reports. Her focus was unwavering until a shadow loomed over her desk, followed by a sharp tap.
She looked up, her expression cooling the moment she saw Megan.
"Give this to Augustine." Megan dropped a file onto the desk with a thud, arms crossed over her chest, her tone dripping with smugness. "The quarterly report. We met the client's demands on time and without extra pay. Funny, isn't it?"
She quirked her lips into a sarcastic smile. "Someone once said it couldn't be done without extra funding."
Anne knew exactly who Megan was referring to. It was a deliberate jab, meant to humiliate her. But Anne remained calm.
