Dennis glanced over and exclaimed, “Oh!” Completely oblivious to Dylan's displeasure, he beamed and replied, “Don’t worry, Mr. Austin, she can’t see you. This way, when you’re tired from work, you can just look up and see your beautiful wife. It’s easy on the eyes and helps you relax. It’s a win-win!”
Dylan looked up, his eyes cold and full of scorn. “Dennis, you’re getting more and more comfortable making decisions on your own.”
“Huh?” Dennis was stunned. He hadn’t expected Mr. Austin to react this way.
Did he do something wrong?
He thought he had figured out exactly what his boss wanted, but the man was becoming harder and harder to read.
Dennis frowned and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Austin. Since you don’t like it, I’ll move her to a different spot right away.”
Dylan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
“Forget it. Don’t bother. Just have her turn her desk around.”
He didn't want to look up and see Rebecca's face.
Dennis scratched his head, confused. “So, Mr. Austin, do you want her facing you sideways, or with her back to you?”
Dylan shot him a cold glare, his impatience now obvious.
Seeing this, Dennis quickly said, “Right, I’ll have her turn so her back is to you.”
“Get out!”
“Yes, Mr. Austin.”
Dennis scurried out as if granted a pardon.
He couldn't figure it out. Mrs. Austin was right under his nose, so why did Mr. Austin seem so unhappy?
Was it because of Emily?
The thought of being defiled by a woman like that five years ago would certainly put anyone in a bad mood.
Lost in thought, Dennis walked over to Rebecca and said awkwardly, “Raina, sorry to bother you, but we need to adjust the orientation of your desk. Is that okay?”

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