"Harold! What are you doing?!"
Darlene stood in the doorway, face dark with fury. She must have been walking by and caught the scene at just the wrong moment.
Lester instantly slipped into his victim act, voice trembling with perfect pitifulness.
"President Schmidt... I-I only came to apologize about the bonus. I don't know why Sir Harold got so angry... he suddenly hit me..."
"Harold!" Darlene's voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "I never thought you'd be so petty and narrow-minded!"
"The company made its decision fairly. Even if you disagree, that gives you no right to lay a hand on your colleague!"
"Besides," Darlene snapped, "Lester came here to apologize!"
"Apologize?" I pointed coldly at the floor. "He smashed my mother's photo and stepped on it. That's your idea of an apology?"
Darlene glanced down, her brows tightening briefly—but the frown quickly faded.
"It's just a picture frame. So what if it broke? Is that really worth throwing a punch over?"
She let out a scornful laugh. "Looks like that bonus really went to your head. You've lost your mind."
Lester sniffled right on cue, looking pitiful and fragile.