Chapter 202

“Debra, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Michael lately, and your internship work has suffered. Miss Miles expects you to finish this today, or your internship might be in jeopardy,” said a coworker, placing a stack of files on her desk.

Debra eyed the towering pile, which nearly obscured her computer screen. She glanced across the office at Shelia, who wore a self-satisfied smirk. Debra had anticipated some retaliation, but she hadn’t expected Shelia to stoop so low. She stood up, walked over to the desk, and quickly counted the files. “If I recall correctly, these were supposed to be checked by Carole yesterday, weren’t they?”

The female employee remained unfazed. “So what? I’m a full-time employee. Entrusting these documents to you is a sign of faith in your abilities.”

Debra let out a derisive snort. “You think it’s possible to check all these reports and come up with ten plans by the end of the day?”

The employee shifted uncomfortably but held her ground. “Debra, this is an opportunity for you to learn and grow. Don’t be ungrateful. Tyson Enterprises is a prestigious, publicly listed company. You’re lucky to have an internship here, especially since you only got into Arcane Academy’s post-graduate program through connections.”

Debra couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of her words. “Who told you I got into Arcane Academy through connections?”

“Well, it’s…” The employee almost blurted out the truth. She paused and said, “It’s common knowledge. The whole company knows. Otherwise, how could you be here interning at Tyson Enterprises?”

“Is it now?” Debra challenged. “And what about the other interns? Are they all here because of connections, too?”

“I…” The employee faltered, unable to find a response.

Shelia emerged from her office. “Debra, is there a problem with the work I’ve assigned you?” She dropped the act, her posture radiating triumph.

“Miss Miles, Debra says she can’t handle the work you’ve given her,” the female employee tattled.

Shelia’s smile never wavered. “I’m sure it’s well within anyone’s capabilities. If you can’t manage it, Debra, perhaps you’re just looking for an excuse to be lazy. If that’s your attitude, I’ll have no choice but to discuss your internship with Mr. Tyson.”

The air in the workspace grew thick with tension. Debra’s lips curled into a slight smile. She couldn’t comprehend the source of Shelia’s arrogance.

“Fine,” Debra said. “But before you talk to Mr. Tyson, you’ll need to make some room for me.”

Shelia’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see,” Debra replied.

As if on cue, two rows of bodyguards clad in black filed into the company. At their head was Ben, who approached Debra and bowed respectfully. “Ms. Frazier, here is the contract between Mr. Michael Austin and Tyson Jewelry.”