Harold's furious voice exploded through the office like a thunderclap.Seymour stood frozen in place."You're a damn accountant! Instead of doing your job properly, you use that tiny bit of authority in your hands to make things difficult for colleagues? Look at what you've done. Do you even deserve this position? If you can do this job, then do it properly! If you can't, get the hell out!"Seymour shrank under the tirade, neck tucked in, not daring to utter a single word.That very afternoon, he returned to the Sales Department.His eyes were bloodshot.He stood in front of me, head lowered, voice barely louder than a mosquito."A-Alex, holding your reimbursement was my fault. I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry, but please at the end of the month, our Finance Department has to submit the financial statements. Could you show some mercy and hand over the order files?"I looked at him with a faint smile, finding the entire scene almost absurd."Oh? Don't worry, Mr. Landon. From no
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