The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 116

When Larry finally strolled into the office, his eyes immediately locked onto the young woman sitting at her monitor, diligently reformatting the files.

A sleazy glint flashed in his eyes. He walked over, stopping right beside Celia's chair, and leaned in uncomfortably close.

"How are the revisions coming along?"

The man's protruding beer belly was mere inches from her, reeking of stale cigarette smoke.

Frowning slightly, Celia subtly leaned away and forced a polite smile. "Mr. Lambert, does this formatting look right to you?"

"No, no, that's not it. Right here..." As he spoke, Larry reached his hand out, aiming directly for her hand resting on the mouse.

Anticipating the move, Celia swiftly pulled her hand back. Larry's hand landed squarely on the plastic mouse, completely missing her.

His expression instantly darkened. He shot her a narrowed, calculating glare before clearing his throat. "Right here... you need to change this to a more eye-catching color."

Celia remained silent.

Raising his other hand, Larry reached out, attempting to touch her shoulder.

Celia shot up from her chair, putting on a flawless act of a flustered, panicked intern. "M-Mr. Lambert! I understand! I'll make sure to revise it properly!"

She spoke loudly enough that several heads popped up from the surrounding cubicles, turning to look at them.

Seeing the sudden audience, Larry's mouth twitched. He shot her a venomous glare, his voice turning icy. "Keep revising. You don't leave until it's perfect!"

"Yes, Mr. Lambert... I understand."

And so, Celia spent the entire day drowning in a sea of utterly useless paperwork.

Larry rejected her revisions multiple times, nitpicking non-existent errors just to make her life miserable, flat-out refusing to give his approval.

When it was finally time to clock out, Larry cast a dismissive glance at the screen. "Fine, leave these for now."

Celia raised an eyebrow, silently wondering why he was letting her off the hook so easily, right before he dumped another massive stack of files onto her desk.

"Have these sorted and processed by tomorrow."

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