In the president's office.
Stanley sat in the boss's chair at his desk, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Lilly with a faint smile.
She lowered her head again. Her temper, which had been like a wild cat at the door, was gone without a trace.
"Lilly, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
"Explain?" What did she need to explain? Lilly raised her head and looked at the man in front of her in surprise.
Seeing that Lilly didn't understand, Stanley curled his lips and explained for the first time, "I hate scheming and fighting among employees in the company."
"Scheming and fighting?"
"Her?"
"Which of Stanley's eyes saw her scheming and fighting?"
Could it be because of her and Miss Burns at the door just now?
Lilly was silent for a few seconds, and finally, she said
