<strong>Chapter 860:</strong>


    She exined, “She’s your new secretary. When I called you earlier, she was the one who answered your phone. Shortly after, your ount liked that post. So I suspect it’s her.”


    “Alright. I’ll ask her,” Andrew replied.


    After hanging up, he called Evita to his office.


    As soon as Evita entered Andrew’s office, she spoke first before he could say anything.


    “Mr. Klein, I’m sorry. I saw the news online, and I think I might have identally clicked the like button. I’m really sorry. Did Miss Johns misunderstand? Please let me exin it to her.”


    Evita stood in front of Andrew, her pink Chanel suit hugging her frame.


    The guilty look on her face made her appear like a delicate flower swaying in the breeze.


    Andrew shook his head and said solemnly, “There’s no need. It’s best if you just resign.”


    Evita was too stunned to react for a while.


    She didn’t expect Andrew to directly kick her out of thepany.


    It was just a small mistake. Was it enough to fire her? Evita thought of Madisyn.


    Did Madisyn say something? She couldn’t help but wonder if Madisyn had anything to do with this.


    Jealousy among women could be brutally malicious.


    Evita clenched her teeth, a wave of frustration washing over her.


    How could Madisyn, always so polished and confident, stoop to such childish spite?


    “Mr. Klein, please,” she said, her voice trembling.


    “I need this job. If Miss Johns is upset, I’ll apologize—however many times it takes!” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, desperation impossible to hide.


    Why had she been so careless before?


    “There’s no need. Madisyn won’t dwell on this, but others will twist it into something inappropriate. That makes me furious,” Andrew said, his voice cold and distant.


    “Mr. Klein, I—”


    “Enough. Leave,” he barked.


    Evita froze, searching for the right words, but Andrew’s assistant appeared at her side, guiding her out before she could respond.


    Back in the secretaries’ office, the weight of judgment was suffocating.


    The curious stares, the whispered conversations—everything told her the story had already spread.


    Once admired for her professionalism, she was now the center of unwanted attention.


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