Just as Carla was about to knock, the door suddenly opened. Benard walked out and couldn't help but feel awkward upon seeing her. "Char…"
Then, he quickly changed his words. "Is something the matter?"
"Miss Wright told me to do some cleaning here."
Carla looked past Benard's shoulder and noticed what was happening inside the office.
With his back facing her, Zayn sat on the couch, and right next to him was Shelley leaning over to whisper something into his ear.
The two looked so intimate with each other.
Carla's chest instantly tightened as she averted her gaze and lowered her head. "If it's not convenient right now, I'll come back later."
Then, just as she was about to leave…
"Hold on!"
An enchanting female voice resonated across the room.
Benard shut his eyes with a frustrated look on his face.
"Hey, Benard! I accidentally spilled some wine here. Could you get her to come in and clean it up?"
Shelley spoke to Benard in an especially polite manner, but that was just so she could get Carla to do her bidding.
Benard cast Carla a troubled glance.
Carla waited for two seconds, but Zayn remained quiet.
Hence, she could only walk in with the cleaning tools.
By now, Shelley maintained a fixed distance from Zayn.
However, they still sat close to each other on the same couch.
The red wine had spilled on the coffee table and carpet right in front of them.
Carla walked over and knelt down, using a cloth to wipe the coffee table.
"Wow, Zayn. Your secretaries are getting prettier and prettier, " Shelley remarked, glancing at Carla from head to toe.
Despite her simple attire and lack of makeup, Carla had the ability to look extraordinarily charming just by standing in a corner.
Furthermore, she was a completely natural beauty and exhibited an indescribable presence.
"Well, yeah. They're alright, " Zayn replied blandly.
Carla cursed internally. Me? Just alright?
Then, why can't you keep your hands off me?
"It's just a shame that they're a little lacking in professionalism…"
Shelley's extra words sounded light and nonchalant, but they were clearly full of hostility.
Carla's movements jerked slightly, but she suppressed the rage within her and continued cleaning.
"You missed this spot."
Shelley pointed toward the stain beneath her feet using her sharp heels, signaling Carla to clean that area too.
Carla stared at the spot but remained unmoving, for leaning over there would be no different from kneeling right before Shelley.
"What's wrong?" Shelley raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Do you not see it, or do you not intend to clean it up?"
Carla tightened her grip on the cloth. In the name of work, she certainly couldn't refute this woman. On a personal note, however, she refused to be humiliated this way.
Yet, Zayn kept mum, not showing any intention on helping Carla out.
This only made the woman even more upset.
"I'll do it!" Benard hastily walked over.
"Oh, but I could never trouble you with such menial tasks, Benard!" Despite speaking to Benard, Shelley kept her gaze on Carla. "You're a stubborn one, huh? I guess you won't take orders from me."
Taking a deep breath, Carla continued to fight her rage. She turned over with the cloth in her hand, only to accidentally drop the stained fabric on Shelley's foot.
"Eww! That's disgusting!" Shelley got up in a fit and proceeded to step on Carla's hand.
"Ahhh!" Carla screamed in pain.
Like a nail, the sharp 8-cm heel instantly tore the skin on the back of Carla's hand, causing it to start bleeding.
Unable to take it any longer, Zayn stood up, shoved Shelley aside, and helped Carla up.
"Zayn!" Collapsing on the sofa, Shelley stared at the man in disbelief.
"Do you not know how to even clean up?" Zayn growled at Carla. "Get out!"
Remaining silent, Carla lifted her gaze and glared at him, her eyes were brimmed with tears. Then, she picked up her tools and strode her way out of the room.
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