The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1744

Chapter 1744



I looked at Queenie. Fury boiled within me, and the look in my eyes was not friendly.

The stern look in my eyes scared Queenie. Her expression changed slightly, and she stumbled over her words as she said, "1-1 was just stating the truth."

My gaze turned to Sandra, who was sitting at the head of the table, when I heard a sigh. She was the one who had sighed, and she had a solemn look on her face as she said, "Alright, go find out which part of the data was incorrect."

"Alright." The person who responded was Mitchell Jacobs, the head of the programming department.

His fingers flew over his laptop's keyboard, and he soon identified where the data's vulnerabilities were. After extracting the relevant data, he faced the projector and pointed at a cell that housed data. "This is it. There's an additional decimal point in here.”

It was a minuscule error, but it affected all the other relevant data after it.

I stared at the spreadsheet. How could something have gone wrong after I had cross-checked it multiple times? However, the mistake was displayed right before me now, and I had no choice but to admit it was my fault.

I stood and looked at everyone. "I'm sorry, everyone. It was my fault. I'll make up for it."

"How are you going to make up for this? What you said sounds wonderful, but how are you going to make up for the time we've lost?" Queenie asked in a hostile tone.

I wanted to fight back, but there was nothing I could say.

Who knew? Perhaps I had really missed out on that mistake when checking my work.

The air in the room seemed to freeze over before Sandra finally spoke, "Newbie mistakes are inevitable. Work overtime and patch up the mistakes. Your overtime fees will be tripled. As for Wanda, since it's the first time you've made a mistake, you'll be let go with a warning. Things won't go by so easily next time."

"Thank you, Director."

I lowered my head as I sat down. Then, I heard Queenie say, "Is that all? Our tripled overtime pay should be deducted from her pay at the very least." "I..." I was just about to fight back when Sandra beat me to that. "Queenie! We're all part of the same department, and is it only her fault that the data was incorrect?

You're the team lead, and you're supposed to verify all the data. You hold responsibility for this issue too since you couldn't spot the error!"

Queenie fell silent obediently after getting reprimanded. She did not dare say anything else but continued glaring at me with a vengeful look in her eyes.

"That will be all. Meeting adjourned!" Sandra seemed slightly agitated, and before leaving, she glanced at me and said," Wanda, meet me in my office." She left the meeting room when she finished speaking.

I gathered my things and was just about to head to her office when Queenie said excitedly, "I bet the director wants you to go to her ceso

office so she can reprimand you in

private. Who would have thought that Mrs. Grant would make mistakes too?"

When I heard what she said, I glared at her and said coolly, "Ms. Sanders, the fact that you're so excited over my misfortunes is making me think you framed me."

The thought had not occurred to me previously, but Queenie's attitude was making me more and more suspicious.

She immediately became flustered. "Don't speak such nonsense. How could you say that when you don't have any proof?"

"In that case, please shut your mouth, Ms. Sanders. That will prevent me from overthinking things." I did not bother looking back when I left the meeting room after finishing my sentence.

However, I heard Queenie continue muttering, "It's her fault, yet she still has the gall to blame someone else. Ridiculous.'

I ignored her and walked toward Sandra's office.

She might have decided against reprimanding me when everyone else was watching as she had considered my dignity. Thus,

perhaps Queenie was right what

she said Sandra summoned me to her office so she could reprimand me in private.

When I heard her say 'come in' in a cool tone after knocking on her door, I pushed the door open and walked in. "Director."

I had prepared myself for a hailstorm, but Sandra was as calm and collected as ever." Do you really think it's your fault?" Confused, I looked at her. "What do you mean, Director?"

Sandra smiled at me. "With your competence, I don't think you would've made such a mistake."