Chapter 174
Chapter 174:
Not feeling well, Waldo didn’t argue and sat down in the chair. When he pulled out his phone, a small receipt slipped from his pocket and fell to the floor.
He bent down to grab it, but Fernanda was quicker and picked it up before him.
“A bottle of vodka with mint water, twelve beers, and a bottle of Baileys,” Fernanda read aloud from the receipt. “The timestamp says 2 a.m. today. No wonder you’re late; looks like you had quite the evening.”
Some of the office employees couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, enjoying the irony of the situation.
Normally, if any of his female colleagues were even a few minutes late, Waldo would make snide comments, blaming them for being tardy due to their makeup routines or poor time management. But now, with him being the one late, he had nothing to say.
Waldo was left speechless, mortified by the situation. He had just claimed he was up late working, but now he was caught spending the entire night drinking at a bar. Even someone as shameless as him couldn’t handle being exposed like this.
Fernanda set the receipt down on his desk, then added, “I’ve been waiting to ask you something, Waldo.”
Taking out her phone, she opened the news article that Waldo had shared. She tapped the screen with her slim fingers. “I told you yesterday not to post this. Why is it still live?”
“Because it’s trending and getting a lot of engagement,” Waldo quickly responded. “Just check the comments. It’s getting tons of attention. Don’t worry, Miss Morgan, my posts always make waves.”
There was no sign of regret in his voice for ignoring her orders. Instead, he sounded smug and self-satisfied.
Fernanda remained calm as she replied, “I told you yesterday that this news distorts the facts. Popular or not, we’re not going to take advantage of it.”
“How else are we supposed to stay relevant in the media industry?” Waldo frowned, impatience creeping into his voice. “How are we supposed to hit our KPIs?”
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He silently wondered to himself how this woman managed to become the boss with so little understanding.
“Waldo, I’m just asking why you ignored my instructions,” Fernanda responded, her voice steady.
“Because I believe your decision is wrong. With over ten years in the industry, I trust my own judgment,” Waldo snapped, losing his patience. “Now, Miss Morgan, could you please move? I need to get back to work.”
The rest of the office watched in quiet curiosity, wondering how…
Fernanda would handle someone like Waldo.
Without saying a word, Fernanda casually reached over, pressed the power button on Waldo’s computer, and the screen went black.
“What are you doing?” Waldo’s voice rose in anger. “I haven’t saved my work! You just erased all my progress. Do you have any idea how much extra work this is going to create?”
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