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Sybil couldn''t help but feel intimidated by Mamie''s presence, her gaze nowced with a hint of fear. With her robust build, Mamie surely packed a punch. How much would it hurt to be hit by her?
In a brisk move, she nudged ter forward, chiding, "Hiding behind a girl, really? How brave of you!"
ter was left speechless.
Hertha stood by, arms crossed, cutting through the tension, "Enough, remember why we came here today. Let''s get down to business."
Then, turning to Roseanne, she reached out her hand, "Let''s make this quick, hand over theb keys. Holding onto them won''t do you any good." Roseanne responded with a slight smile, "Sorry, but I really can''t give you the keys."
Hertha''s brows furrowed in annoyance, "You seem to be misunderstanding the situation. It''s not about whether you want to or not, you have to give them up! ording to theb renovation policies, ab under renovation is not to be used, and students shouldn''t have the keys. They must be kept by a supervisor or returned to the administration office."
Roseanne retorted, "You seem well-versed in the rules and regtions."
With a scoff and a slight lift of her chin, Hertha pressed, "Since you''re aware it''s the regtion, be sensible and hand them over." Roseanne smirked, "I do intend to hand them over, but why to you? Who are you to me? My supervisor, or an administration officer?" Hertha was momentarily speechless.
The day before, Edna had summoned her to the office, subtly insisting that she must obtain the keys from Roseanne.
At first, Hertha didn''t see the point.
What was so special about an oldb?
She had overlooked the fact that inside this seemingly unremarkableb was a million-dor CPRT machine!
The equipment was bulky and required skilled technicians to install or dismantle, making it impossible for Roseanne and her team to remove. After all, who wouldn''t want a piece of that pie?
Mamie couldn''t help but sneer, "Some people are just greedy, like leeches, always thinking about how to suck blood from others. They''re not satisfied with what''s in their bowl, always eyeing what''s in the pot wishing they could scoop it all into their pocket. Show a little shame, why don''t you?"
Hertha felt a sting from Mamie''s sarcasm, her face reddening.
Truth be told...
She didn''t exactly agree with Edna''s greedy tactics, even found them repulsive.
After all, as ady of significant wealth, what couldn''t she buy? Why fixate on someone else''s belongings?
Moreover, it was second-hand goods, was it really worth it?
But she had no choice. Despite her distaste, she had to follow through. Her academic future and graduation depended on Edna''s goodwill.
Hertha cut to the chase, "I''m here for the keys, not to waste time arguing."
"Oh, I''m sorry to say you''re toote," Roseanne casually replied, "I''ve already followed the ''Lab
Management Regtions'', Article 7,
and handed the keys over to my supervisor for safekeeping
Of course, this "supervisor" wasn''t Madeleine. The dear olddy was still out of the loop.
After returning from a conference in Australia and resting for five days, she was off again to the U.S. for a joint academic exchange at Kingswell University and Caltech.
The constant travel was taxing enough; Roseanne didn''t want to burden her with these troubles.
Besides, distant water won''t quench a near fire.
Thus, this "supervisor" could only be...
"Who? Which supervisor? Be specific!" Hertha demanded, her tone aggressive.
Roseanne replied coolly, "Why should I tell you?"Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.
"What''s our rtionship? Publicly or privately, I have no obligation to exin myself to you."
"Roseanne, don''t get too cocky!
Have you forgotten how you used to
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fawn over me when you and my brother were together? Always putting on airs, acting untouchable for whose benefit? In reality, you''re nothing but a charity case from the Sherwood family-"