"Really?" Nathan set his coffee cup down with a soft clink, his eyes piercing as they locked onto Ava.

Ava squirmed a bit under his intense gaze but gathered her courage to continue, "Yes, Mr. Peterson. I've seen Tristan using your personal car to drop off and pick up his girlfriend from work multiple times. This kind of behavior clearly abuses his privileges and reflects poorly on the company."

Nathan didn't reply immediately; instead, he turned to look at ...