From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 490 The Cleaning Department Supervisor Bossed her around! "You're welcome. Business is business, personal stuff is personal," Kelvin shrugged.

Timothy's eyes darted between them, totally baffled.

Something was definitely off.

That weird scene at the company entrance where Kelvin backed Madison and made Penelope apologize? Super strange.

He figured there was shidden reason, and after a few days, it seemed like it had blown over.

But now, Kelvin and Penelope were even more at odds.

"Don't you think..." Monica leaned in.

Before she could finish, Timothy nodded, "Yeah, I do." Anyone with half a brain could see something was up.

Penelope gathered her stuff, grabbed her folder, and gave a slight smile. "I've finished my report, Mr. Davis, Mr. Foster. Sorry, but I have other things to do, so I'll head out." She pushed back her chair and turned around with grace.

Penelope could be super polite, but she didn't hesitate to bounce before the bosses wrapped up the meeting. Without a glance back, she walked briskly to the door.

She was already fed up with Kelvin always hovering around. She didn't want to deal with him more during work hours! Couldn't he just back off and see her less? Could Kelvin really get used to seeing her aged face now? Penelope walked quickly, opened the conference room door, and left without looking back.

Out in the hallway, someone had spilled coffee, and the cleaner was mopping it up. The cleaning supervisor was nearby, gesturing, "Next tthis happens, clean it up right away. It's so dirty, and the execs are having a meeting inside. What if they see this? What if someone slips?" Penelope was walking too fast and didn't notice the cleaning tools, like the bucket and mop, at the door. She bumped into them, causing the bucket to wobble and spill water, and her knee turned red.

"Ouch," the cleaner said while wiping the floor, "Be careful." Penelope took two steps back, "It's okay, sorry for causing trouble." Her knee hurt, and she wanted to rub it, but she remembered she hadn't closed the door, and there were probably many eyes on her in the conference room, including Kelvin.

So, Penelope straightened her back and decided to keep her cool! She wanted to leave with her head held high! Just as Penelope was about to step around the mess, the nagging supervisor started to make things difficult. "What's wrong with you? Can't you watch where you're going?" the supervisor snapped, "It's just cleaned up, and you spilled it again. Don't you know how hard it is to clean this stuff up?" Penelope was taken aback.

She didn't expect anyone in the Davis Group to talk to her like this.

Not only was Penelope surprised, but everyone in the conference room was.

Was this supervisor out of his mind? That was Penelope! Penelope! No matter what, she was still the wife of the Davis Group's president! The president's wife! Even if Kelvin and Penelope divorced, she was still Lucy's biological mom. No supervisor would dare order her around! "I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?" the supervisor said again when Penelope didn't respond. "So clumsy. Which department are you from? I haven't seen you in the cleaning department. Are you new? Judging by your clothes..." The supervisor gave her a once-over, dripping with disdain.

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That's why they felt so bold to push her around! Penelope smirked, "I'm from the jewelry department." "Jewelry department's errand girl? Or the cook?" the supervisor sneered, "Don't rush off. We're short-handed. Stay here and help clean this up!" The cleaner waved her hand, "No need, supervisor. I can handle it quickly...' "Mind your own business," the supervisor snapped, "Don't meddle in other matters." Penelope stood her ground. With her personality, if the cleaner was really swamped and she had accidentally knocked over the bucket, making more work, she'd be down to help out.

But there's a big difference between volunteering and being bossed around! Seeing her attitude, the supervisor got even more ticked off, "Are you gonna do it or not? Why are you just standing there? Who hired you? Are you this lazy when cleaning the jewelry department?" The cleaning department was full of older, uneducated folks, and the supervisor had sauthority, so he was used to bossing people around.

Seeing Penelope so stubborn, the supervisor was fuming and wanted to put her in her place.

Penelope still smiled, "If the cleaner needsto clean up, she'll tell me, because I'm the one who made the mess. It's not your responsibility to giveinstructions." "Hey, I've never seen you..." Before the supervisor could finish, Timothy walked over, "What's all this commotion about?" Seeing him, the supervisor immediately switched gears, nodding and bowing, "Mr. Foster, sorry, sorry. It's just a small matter." "You can't even handle a small matter?" Timothy raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you're not cut out for this job." The supervisor's face went pale, "Mr. Foster, I..." "Starting tomorrow, you don't need to chere," Timothy said.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! The supervisor was stunned.

Fired just like that? Why? On what grounds? What did he do wrong?

Timothy found the supervisor's bewildered face amusing. The M supervisor was clueless, not knowing who he had ticked off or what he had done wrong.

There were such clueless people in the Davis Group.

No wonder, at his age, he could only be a supervisor in the cleaning department.

"Didn't get it?" Timothy asked, "Needto repeat it?" "Mr. Foster..." the supervisor stammered.

Timothy waved his hand, "Leave now. Don't hang around here." If Kelvin came, it wouldn't just be a simple firing.

The supervisor stood there, still in denial, trying to explain something.

Timothy raised an eyebrow, "What? My words don't count?" At that moment, Kelvin walked out, one hand in his pocket.

"Mr. Davis!" the supervisor called out as soon as he saw him, "I don't know what I did wrong, butt the the company is firing me. As the president, you need to givea proper reason! I was just here supervising the cleaning! I did nothing wrong!" Kelvin glanced at him indifferently, his expression unchanged.

Facing his doom, he still didn't know what he had done.

How utterly clueless!