Chapter 718
Irene stared closely at the person on the screen right then.
He was looking left and right, ensuring that no one was around, before walking to Irene's seat.
The cameras clearly recorded him spiking her cup, and Irene's hands clenched at her sides even as she watched.
As her expressions darkened, she told the head of security, "Send me a copy.“
The man said, "But we're not supposed to do it without the director's approval..."
"Just give it to me. I'll talk to the director myself."
“But..."
"He's going to retire soon, and everyone in this building knows that I'm the one who will succeed him," Irene
snapped, her tone becoming stern just then. "Or do I not have that much authority?"
As the man hesitated, Irene demanded again, "Send it to me."
"Okay," he replied-he had no intention of upsetting Irene since he wanted to keep his job.
If he did, Irene might harass him or just come up with some convolute excuse to fire him once she became
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It was difficult to get a stable job these days, and his pay was above average, not to mention that he would not be
paid that well for such a simple job at any other place.
“Give me your email address. I'll send it to you."
Irene gave him her email address, and she soon received a notification from her phone, which was logged into her
email account.
"Actually, I'd really like it if you spoke to the director about this, or I can't explain myself if something comes up..."
"I know."
Irene naturally would, since she was not supposed to supersede Dennis and handle the issue herself, just as that
perp would have to be punished by the book.
"Don't worry. I will explain everything to Mr. Turner-you won't be dragged into this."
With that, she turned and headed out of the security room, breathing a deep sigh as she stood outside.
She was as furious as she was shocked when she sensed the acid in her drink.
Now, she just found it tragic!
How rotten could a person get? And they were working at a research center, where responsibility was supposed to
be a central tenet!
After taking a moment to calm down, she headed toward the director's office.
Dennis had not left although work hours were over.
He was in office, reading through some files-dutiful as ever despite his impending retirement.
"Perfect timing," he beckoned when Irene entered. "Come take a look at this-"
"Director," Irene said, cutting him short. "Could you tell me about Finn Cook?"
"Why?" Dennis was curious. "Was he harassing you?"
"If only," Irene said grimly. ’I'm afraid I'd have to take issue with this one.’ 'Huh... Is it really that serious?" Dennis
put down the papers he was holding. After all, Irene had been tolerating all the hostility leveled at her before, but
she was clearly furious this time.
This was serious.
Irene showed him the footage she got from security, and as Dennis watched it, she told him, "He put acid in my
cup. I demanded this footage from security."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDennis looked up in shock, ignoring how she obtained the footage and going straight to the point. "What? Acid?!"
’I didn't pour it out. It's still in my cup,’ Irene added. "The footage only solidifies the evidence. He's not going to
weasel his way out of this."
Still, Dennis himself had his fair share of dramas, and he soon calmed down despite his initial shock.
"I'll pursue this matter," he said. "However, I'd have to wait until everyone comes to work tomorrow, since most of
them would have left by now."
Irene hesitated for a moment before nodding. "But you must be sure that he won't run away. Would you get
someone to watch him, or should I?"
"I'll do it," Dennis said.
Irene nodded again, since she trusted Dennis.
"It's late now. You should leave work too."
Irene was going to leave anyway-she did not have the mood to work overtime after that mess.
She went to the dressing room to change out of her coveralls, since there was a lab which required that.
She also made sure to take the backdoor to avoid running into Moneypenny, but while she did not run into him, she
ran into someone else at her own front door!