Typically, Anna wouldn't have known how to react. In the past, she was famous for being too soft-hearted and innocent—a fool in short.
Conversations condemning her kind personality always roamed around.
'Just botch the project. CEO Harbinger won't fault you for it.'
'Ceo Harbinger? She is softer than cake.'
Once, Anna herself had overheard such words from a junior she looked out for really well.
"When I have to go clubbing or I'm busy, I just botch the project. She's so innocent, it's certainly foolish."
With Monique Salslova's bullying, and the news circulating around, accusing her and Sullivan for things Anna knew the man was most definitely innocent of, her eyes sparked with flames of irritation.
Anna read the note, flurry butterflies casting her stomach and chest in warm glow. The light blush on her cheek was quick to fade as she stared at the lady. "I don't see anything about cock sucking here." She announced, tone clearer than the secretary's mutter.
