0038.

Jerome left to the office and assembled his employees to find out about the progress on who tempered with the car.

They all looked innocent, with their eyes fixed on the ground.

Jerome paced up and down, his hands swept into his pockets, before stopping right in front of them.

"I guess you are all aware as to why I called for you this morning? Huh?" Jerome asked, and they all nodded at once.

"Great, start talking." Jerome commanded but they were quiet.

Jerome was furious and slammed his band on the table making them all flinched.

"I told you! The car cannot just cut it wires by itself, it's definitely someone among you, and I was lenient enough for allowing you a week to provide me with an answer but since you are all proven to be stubborn…" Jerome paused and twisted his lips.

“You are all demoted to level one.” He completed, and they all looked shocked, with a short gasp coming out from each of them.

"No, no, please don't do this to us. We have no idea who did it." They pleaded.

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