Unlike other days

"The director, Mr. Lesnar, accused me of theft, Dad. He claimed my black card was his, that I stole it from him." Anabel said.

"What?"

"Not only that. He also slapped me and broke the card." Anabel added.

Sir. Orton's face turned beet red with rage.

"Explain yourself, Lesnar."

The director stuttered, "I-I thought she was impersonating. I never knew she was your daughter. I thought she was just a mere janitor. I will never be mad to hurt your daughter. Please forgive me!"

"You thought?" Sir Orton's voice boomed as he slapped Lesnar twice across the face. "You humiliated my daughter, ruined her card, and slapped her? What insolence!"

The director's knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. He knew that his fate was in Sir Orton's mercy.

"Please, sir... Mercy..." The director begged. The HR and the Manager were already trembling in fear. They knew it was over for them. They were just waiting for their turn. They have already lost their job. They were scared of the punishment they will r