Back to the Banquet
Just as I was about to explain, Kenneth cast me a disdainful glance.
"If you want to come back to the company, that's fine. Apologize to Mr. Majeed and his wife right now, then get on your knees and apologize to Emily. On top of that, you also need to write a thousand-word self-criticism.
"If you can do that, I'll treat that resignation letter of yours like it was bullcrap."
The moment he finished speaking, the steaming pot of meatball soup was served.
The broth was luscious, with meatballs floating in the milky-white broth, interspersed with striking red petals. It was a visually stunning dish.