As I entered the conference room to deliver the documents, I saw Maeve apologizing profusely to the client. "I'm so sorry," she said, "Our staff is so inefficient that they've wasted your time."
She shot a venomous glance in my direction, clearly trying to pin the blame on me. Normally, I would have swallowed my pride and accepted the blame, as Zane preferred to avoid conflict at the office. But today was different. I placed the freshly printed documents on the desk, facing the client with a practiced smile.
"Indeed, Miss Davenport has been working here for quite some time, yet she can't manage to print a simple document without involving others. That's why there was a delay," I said, my voice steady despite the underlying tension.
The client's face flushed with embarrassment, caught in the middle of our escalating drama. Just then, Zane strode into the room, his authoritative presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He announced that the meeting was about to start and pointedly directed me out.