“Five… four… three… two… one…” Fredrick counted his fingers and at the count of one, Ethan saw chaos unfold before his eyes. The employees were all put on panic mode. With papers and people flying around the room, the third floor screamed disaster. They both watched the scene from up the stairs.
They watched a certain young lady dance all the way towards the manager’s office. She’d dash in and out of every office, with a devilish grin on her face.
“Why can’t you get it right, use your brains!!” she’d yell at them, using abusive words.
“All you think of is getting your pay check but you never do the work.” She’d hit them with documents, shouting loud enough to burst their eardrums.
“Hospitality is key! How many times do I have to tell you this, don’t be a good for nothing… even if you have nothing upstairs, pretend to, ok?” She’d belittle them.