I recalled countless lives lost and families shattered in my previous lives.
Yet Esther showed no remorse, "I didn't mean it. I just wanted to save money and make the showroom look nice."
"Come on, Lucia, Esther is inexperienced. It's normal for her to make some small mistakes. It didn't have serious consequences this time, right?"
I asked, "The losses from this accident total millions. Are you all willing to cover her costs?"
My words left her defenders momentarily speechless.
Esther cried even harder.
This exhibition project was initially mine, but my supervisor, Hector, swayed by Esther's pleas, insisted I hand it over for "training new people."
I thought there were not many female colleagues in the construction industry, and we should unite and help each other, so I complied.
However, Esther's performance was disappointing. She wore high heels on-site, moving around the construction site like a social butterfly.
She was afraid of getting tanned, so she took a few beautiful selfies and sent them to the workgroup as a work report, not caring about subordinates' quality.
When I raised concerns, she often cried to deflect criticism.