When she arrived, Ophelia was already there, sitting in Cedric’s usual chair, a coffee cup in hand. Her legs were crossed arrogantly as she barked orders to the employees around her.
Dione’s face darkened instantly as she strode toward Ophelia, knocking the coffee cup out of her hand with a sharp motion.
“Is this how you usually waste time? Making everyone else carry the load—what’s the point of you being here?” Dione demanded.
Ophelia, flustered and caught off guard, was about to retort when she noticed Cedric coming out of the room. In an instant, she switched tactics, feigning hurt and rushing to apologize.
“Sister Dione, you’ve misunderstood...”
“I wasn’t slacking off. I’ve been working nonstop and just finally got a moment to breathe.”
Cedric quickly stepped forward, grabbing Dione’s hand with a pleading expression.
“Wife, why didn’t you tell me you were coming back? I would’ve picked you up from the airport.”
Dione shook his hand off and walked into the office without a word, her steps deliberate and cold.
Dione’s gaze swept across the office, and her brow creased without her even realizing it.