The door behind the bar opened, and a sweet voice echoed, with someone stepping into position, offering an apologetic smile to Arabella Vanderbilt.
Arabella's expression remained cool, giving her no response.
"Sweetie, how does it feel to have your issues pointed out at different places every day?"
Sweetie's expression froze for a moment, "President Vanderbilt, I clocked in early at the administration office, so technically I wasn't late, it's just that I took some time to dress up. Didn't you say the uniform image at the front desk is very important at the beginning? I'm doing this for the hotel's image..."
"Why can others prepare everything before work, but you have to occupy work time?"
Sweetie seemed a bit unwilling, "It's not busy in the morning anyway, besides, Febriana and the others are here, aren't they?"
Arabella's patience was wearing thin, "Come to the office with me."
