Chapter 82: It Was Her Fault
The sound came from a nearby staircase.
Hazel stopped and couldn't help but wonder what was happening.
The voice of the woman who was yelling sounded familiar, it was Vanessa Young.
She's also working at Denmark Group?
Hazel felt very uncomfortable. Fair enough, her parents were the directors of the Denmark Group, and the last time their tricks did not work, so they were probably looking for another way to achieve their goal.
Working here was the best way to get close to Joshua, when would she give up?
Hazel sighed; she may not have any quiet days to look forward to while working here.
“Sorry,” A mild woman apologized, and she was almost in tears.
“Do you think it is enough to apologize?” Vanessa was irritated, “Do you know how expensive my clothes are? Can you afford to replace a new one for me?”
Hazel crumpled her eyebrows and could not stand her.
Hazel suddenly coughed and changed the tone of her voice, “What? President is coming in?”
“Yes, I saw him just now, so handsome!”
“Well, back to work, don’t be so boy crazy.”
Hazel was very interested in dubbing before and had participated in several dubbing teams online for practice once. Therefore, changing her voice and pretending to be the voice of several different people was not difficult for her.
Though she was not professional, it was enough to fool Vanessa.
After faking the conversation, Hazel stomped a few times as if the person walked away, but she only went to hide.
"Look, keep this thing between the two of us. I’ll fire you if you tell anyone." Vanessa said to the woman angrily. Then she quickly opened the door leading to the staircase and went to take the elevator.
Hazel then came out of hiding, and she pushed open the door of the staircase. She saw a pretty woman who was sobbing helplessly, there was a clear palm print on her face, and her clothes were wet.
“Are you okay?” Hazel asked her in a soft voice.
The woman nodded her head, “I’m fine.”
“Have you brought clothes to change into?” Hazel thought for a while and spoke to her, “Let me take you to the locker room first.”
“Thank you.” The woman was grateful.
Hazel took her to the employee locker room. After a few words, Hazel knew her name was Victoria Taylor, a worker here.
Hazel accidentally discovered that there was not only a medicine cabinet in the lounge next to the locker room but also refrigerators and washing machines. She couldn't help but feel that Denmark Group was indeed so considerate.
"Have a check to see if you are burnt.” Hazel handed her the medicine to cure the burn, “If it is serious, you need to go to the hospital. Also, here is an ice pack; put it on your face, and the swelling will go down."
“Thank you so much. Hazel”
“That’s all right.” Hazel smiled, “I have some knowledge about this stuff. I am glad I can help.”
Hazel sat in the lounge waiting for Victoria while she changed her clothes,
“Is that serious?” Hazel asked.
"Not so serious, I have put the ointment on it, and it is feeling much better now," Victoria said. She had put her wet clothes into the washing machine.
“How did you offend Vanessa?” Hazel frowned.
"She was playing on her phone while walking. I had moved out of the way for her, but she tripped on the step and hit me. She knocked the hot coffee I just bought out of my hand.” Victoria spoke to her angrily.
Hazel helped her, and she did not intend to keep it a secret from her.
“It was her fault!” Hazel was taken aback, “Then why are you still letting her discipline you.”
“She is the daughter of the directors. What can I do?" Victoria sighed. "Hazel, don’t let anyone else know about this thing. Vanessa is very arrogant. She had forced a beautiful secretary of the President to resign even when she was not in the company before. I enjoy working here and want to stay longer.”
"But I still can't do anything when I know about it.” Hazel frowned. "What about if we tell the President? He seems to be upright and will deal with it impartially."
"Forget about it," Victoria hurriedly shook her head. "I don't want to find trouble for myself. If the President really forced her to apologize to me, she would definitely hate me so much and would deliberately cause trouble. Let alone, the President is so busy every day, he won’t have time for something this insignificant. Just forget about it, Hazel.”
“All right.” Hazel had no reason to do anything more if Victoria did not want to mention it. Suddenly, she asked in a surprised voice, “Why is the washing machine not on yet?”
“It seems it was broken," Victoria smiled bitterly. "I am really unlucky today. I will have to wash it when I get home after work.”
Hazel frowned and picked up her phone and sent a text message to Joshua, "Do you have a lounge in your office?"
“Yes. Are you tired?” he answered the message quickly.
“Is there a washing machine?”
“Yes.”
Hazel put down her mobile phone and saw that Victoria had taken the clothes out of the washing machine. She hurriedly said to her, “Let me help you wash it in our department."
Victoria was a little embarrassed, "It won’t be appropriate. Hazel, you have helped me a lot."
"It's no bother." Hazel took her clothes. Victoria did not refuse.
After Hazel was gone, Victoria suddenly realized something; she did not even know which department Hazel was in.
Where should she go to get her clothes? Furthermore, Hazel did not know which department she was in. Neither of them had thought of this, Hazel just took the clothes and went straight to the top floor where the President’s office was located.
When she reached the top, Hazel took out her phone and called Joshua.
“Joshua, are you in the office?”
“No, I am on my way to the meeting.”
“Ah?” Hazel was depressed.
“The lock is a fingerprint lock. You can open it directly with your fingerprints.” Joshua said, “The lounge is not locked, you can use the washing machine.”
"Ah?" Hazel was not surprised that Joshua guessed right again about what she was going to do. What she was surprised about was how her fingerprints could open the door of the President's office?
Hazel tried the door, and it opened!
She went in and curiously asked, "When did you set up my fingerprints to open the door? And, how do you have my fingerprints?"
"Several days ago." Joshua smiled lightly. "Hazel, we are living together now. Do you think it is complicated to get your fingerprints?"
“Living together?” Hazel was blushed. “We just live in the same house!”