Asher walked out of his office, his footsteps screamed anger. He walked to Natasha’s desk and slammed the file in his hand on the desk, yelling. “How dare you?!” “What’s this?” He asked, pointing to the file on the desk. Natasha quickly stood up on her feet, fixing her eyes on the floor. Her body shook and her voice stammered in a squirm of fear. “S-ir-” Asher didn’t give her space to say a word. He hit the desk with anger, asking with a high voice. “What excuse do you have for your silliness?!” “Sir-” Natasha wanted to explain but Asher continued to cut her off. “What are you doing that you can't concentrate while you are working? Are you bound with mistakes that you can’t compile a file without making one?” “I am sorry, sir,” Natasha apologized, bowing her head, slightly. She raised her head, and a tear dropped off her face. She wiped the tears and laid her hand on the document to pick it up, saying. “I will fix it, sir.” “If you fix the document, can you fix the precious tim
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