Ivy asked before she knew it, "What's that supposed to mean? What did I do?"

Worried that others outside might overhear, Kenny growled furiously under his breath, "It's all your fault for telling me to throw Jacob Wilson to the dogs! But the thing is, he's buddies with Don Albert again! And Don Albert himself called me just now!"

"For what?" Ivy asked, perplexed. "I mean, didn't you tell him that it was Jacob who embarrassed himself? Why would he call you instead?"

Kenny snapped angrily. "He's demanding I answer for Jacob's dismissal! Why else would he call about that?"

"Oh…" Ivy was silent for a while, but she soon assured Kenny, "Just hear me out for a moment, dear—let's ignore what Don Albert said. I mean, he can complain all he wants, but he can't do anything. Your promotion is coming up soon, too, right?"

"Once you report in to the new unit, the Calligraphy and Painting Association is just a subordinate unit. That means the mess with Jacob isn't any of your business, and if p