The design I had submitted to Josh was merely a placeholder. After all, the projects I handled were critical to the company and required final approval from the board. Josh had no authority to decide.
Mona seized my cup and drenched me, the water cascading over my head. She shouted, "Can't you hear me?"
No matter how composed I was, her actions incited my ire. Yet, as I rose, a piercing pain seized my heart.
My heart had been troubled lately due to Jane. Mona's provocation had triggered a sudden onset of illness.
I frantically searched my pockets for my medication, but it eluded me.
"What's with that look? Are you feigning illness just because I spoke to you? How despicable!"
Mona sneered.
My colleagues in the design department dared not intercede, for Mona was adept at making life difficult for others.
At that moment, Josh emerged. Mona promptly stepped forward. "Mr. Grey, look at Justin. I merely spoke a few words to him, but he splashed water on himself and pretended to be unwell."
Josh smiled and said, "Justin, though you are a technical cornerstone, you must also commit to your work. It's not right to feign illness."