In the Reception Room.
Mr. Gomez sat upright, his expression serious.
Especially when he saw Charles White walk in from outside, his facial expression immediately turned stern.
He sent everyone else out before approaching Charles White.
"Where is the cake I asked you to fetch just now? Where did you take it?" Mr. Gomez blurted out.
As the words fell, as if realizing he had misspoken, he cleared his throat before continuing.
"I mean, where did you deliver that takeout I asked you to help me with? Did you give it to Zoe Yale?"
"I did," replied Charles White, without batting an eyelid, simply acknowledging the request.
"You're lying; you didn't give it to her at all. I saw it in the trash bin outside the Investment Department. You actually threw the stuff I told you to give to Zoe Yale into the trash bin!"
Mr. Gomez slapped his hand onto the table in the Reception Room.
