Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 768
Larissa glanced at it and placed it in the drawer.
Marilyn exclaimed. “Larissa, why are you blushing? is something wrong with the drink?”
Larissa touched her burning cheeks. Given that Mariyn didn’t know the reason behind her red cheeks, she nodded. “Yeah.”
Marilyn said, “That’s weird. What can go wrong with orange juice?I can never understand you Caldorians.”
Larissa linished reading the reports from Lewis in the afternoon. She concluded the cata. planning to present a slideshow to
Lew’s
tomorrow.
When she was halfway through it. Judy approached her. “Larissa, our printer is out of service. Can I use yours?”
There were
two printers in the shared space in the presidential office.
One of them was the latest version. Anyone could use it because it had all the needed functions
The other one had basic functions only. According to Marilyn, it was once discarded but Gary didn’t want to throw it away. Thus,
It was
placed on the only desk available.
It was Larissa’s desk so she naturally handled i
Although she disliked Judy, her professionalism never allowed her to mix her personal feelings when it came to work.
“Go ahead.” She minimized the window of her slideshow before standing up.
Judy inserted her USB drive into Larissa’s computer, With an apologetic smile, she asked, “I might need more than ten minutes.
Would you like to sit somewhere else?”
Larissa grabbed her thermos flask. “Ill go grab some water.”

She stayed in the pantry for ten minutes. By the time she returned to her seat. Judy was no longer there.
Larissa placed her thermos flask atop the desk, preparing to continue her work.
Right then, she realized that the window of her slideshow was missing.
“Judy must’ve closed it by accident,” she thought.
It wasn’t a big dea. All she needed to do was to spend a few seconds to open the slideshow.
Soon, she realized that the whole tile went missing!
Anxious, she scrolled through the deleted files and checked every file on her computer. However, she couldn’t find her slideshow.
The constant clicking sound of the mouse drew Marilyn’s attention,
“What’s wrong, Larissa? Marilyn asked concemedly.
Larissa couldn’t spare any ounce of her attention to answer that question. Her brows Lurrowed as she looked for the lile.