Kris Cooper wasn’t wearing a company name badge, so the "Finance Department Goddess" naturally assumed he was one of the company’s business partners.
Since she worked in the finance department, they handled all payments for collaborations with external companies.
Every advertising firm and small game company that partnered with Skywalk Gaming treated the finance staff like royalty.
After all, she reasoned, if this man knew the director, he’d never let his girlfriend work in a dump like the logistics department. With that thought, the "Finance Department Goddess" grew even more emboldened.
She stood firmly in front of Kris Cooper, her chin slightly raised, eager to see how he would handle the situation.
Kris Cooper reached out and took Vera Wave’s right hand. "Was it this hand that hit you?"
The "Finance Department Goddess" nodded. "Exactly, it was this hand."
It didn’t matter which hand it was, she thought. As long as the frame-up succeeded, that was all that mattered.
Vera was about to retort, but Kris Cooper had already pulled her in front of him.
Grasping her wrist, he raised her hand, spreading her fingers, and slowly lifted it.
Guided by Kris Cooper’s movement, Vera’s right hand viciously struck the "Goddess’s" left cheek.
The slap was so swift and hard that the unprepared "Goddess" was hit squarely.
A red handprint instantly bloomed on her face. Not only did the fine powder she had meticulously applied near the corner of her eye crack, but one of her false eyelashes also dangled halfway off.
At a glance, it looked as if a large caterpillar was hanging over her eye—utterly comical.
"Was it ? Hmm?" Kris Cooper asked with a smile, looking at the "Goddess" with the caterpillar on her eye.
The corners of his lips quirked up, but his charming peach-blossom eyes were filled with iciness.
The lazy-looking man from moments before suddenly exuded an indefinable aura, seeming to grow taller by several inches.
Peering at him through her dangling false eyelash, the "Goddess" felt as if she had been violently thrown from the warmth of her office into the biting winds of Siberia.
Her heart clenched, the hairs on her back stood on end, and a chill washed over her.
She stood rooted to the spot, unable to utter a single word.
At this moment, Vera had also snapped back to her senses.
"What are you doing? That’s not how I hit!"
She pulled her hand from Kris Cooper’s grip and landed another fierce slap on the dumbstruck "Goddess’s" face.
Shaking her stinging palm, she beamed and hugged his arm again.
"Darling, *this* is how I slap!"
What a little rascal, Kris thought with an indulgent smile. Still the same as ever, never allowing herself to be at a disadvantage.
He reached out, took the hand she’d used for slapping, and examined it.
Her palm was a little red. Looked like nothing serious.
"Next time you hit someone, don’t use your palm. Fists, bricks, stools... anything’s fine. What if you hurt your little hand, then what?"
Vera was the picture of obedience.
"Mhm, I’ll listen to you from now on!"
Just then, the "Goddess," who had been slapped into a daze, finally regained her senses. She pointed a trembling finger at Kris Cooper.
"You... You people..."
Kris Cooper put an arm around Vera’s shoulder, pulling her away from the woman, and guided her towards the door.
"Director Wilton, if your finance department staff have enough leisure time to drink coffee, perhaps it’s time to streamline the department a bit!"
"Yes, sir. Rest assured, I understand!" Kaiden Wilton replied, hurrying to see them off.
However, Vera suddenly stopped, turned back, walked over to the "Goddess," and handed her the receipt.
"146, you haven’t paid yet!"