Irish was uncomfortable, especially when she saw the bloodshot streaks in his eyes, but thinking of what happened to Bernert, she couldn't help asking, "I heard you had fired Bernert."
All of the staff in the center were present, so there was no so-called privacy or office for conversations. They stood in the corridor, and Joseph himself walked to the drinking water fountain and filled up two cups of water for the both of them.
"You came here for this?" he frowned, and a cutter pulled him aside to show him the sample drawing. He looked at it and nodded his head, signing off on the drawing.
Irish did not care if it was suitable for discussion. She took a deep breath. "If he has been dismissed, will you find someone to come here to work at least?"
