FORTY SIX The Secret Vault

Dakota POV

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"Madam Florence, I apologize. I didn't report for how many days now. It's your decision, ma'am. I will respect it no matter what!" I couldn't look her in the eye. I was looking down at the floor the whole time.

"Hmm! Perhaps I should give you a punishment, Dakota." I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined her fierce but refined look. "What do you think?"

"I...I think!" goodness, I couldn't speak at all when I was in front of her.

"You see, Dakota. I have a decent code for working, which I have lived with for a long time. That's why SF Galore has flourished for decades!" with the click-clacking of her high-heeled shoes, I could tell she moved from her desk to some of the mannequins lined in rows.

I remained speechless. I blamed Martin for everything. I thought I was so unprofessional, the fact that SF Galore gave me a shot, and Madam Florence herself was the one who hired me, I was just throwing that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She was already