Enna Clark was quite calm, not intending to argue with them. She nodded and focused on the coffee machine.
The coffee was just ready.
Automatically poured into the cup.
After Enna filled up a cup, she picked it up, turned to the few people too scared to breathe, and said, "There's still coffee in the machine. Whoever wants coffee can get it here."
After all, it was already brewed. Such top-quality coffee beans would be too wasteful not to drink.
They thought they were done for and were bracing for her anger, but unexpectedly, she seemed to have not heard anything and just left after speaking lightly.
It was only after watching her leave that a few people dared to look at each other.
"Did Ms. Clark not hear what we said just now?"
"She probably heard. We're so close, unless she has issues with her ears."
"Then why didn't Ms. Clark get angry? I thought I was done for."
"I thought I was done for too."
