Desiree’s POV

"So, who's going to get that file? Do you realise how crucial that is to me?" George muttered as he rolled up his sleeves and looked at me as if it was my fault. I have no idea of that file, so why is he glaring at me as if it's my fault that the thief got in and stole his private information?

“You need to find it, Desiree…” He said.

I backed away and stared at him with my confused expression, “Why do you have to put all the blame on me? I don’t know anything about your file, sir. I was not here when your file...