Ding——
The elevator reached the 88th floor.
Enna Clark adjusted her mood, took a deep breath, patted her cheeks, and walked out.
The decor of the Lawrence Headquarters could be described as luxurious, and the President's office on this floor was the epitome of opulence.
A high-ceilinged, palace-style crystal chandelier, polished marble floors that sparkled, every corner gleaming with a pristine shine, free from any speck of dust.
Enna Clark walked further inside, stepping on a branded carpet imported from Country F...
The Secretary Office was as busy as ever, with everyone wishing they had six hands. However, it seemed like a gloomy cloud was hanging in the air; everyone was busy, but few were talking. Heads were down, trying to minimize their presence, as if overwhelmed with work.
Enna Clark walked past the Secretary Office and finally found the person she was looking for today, "Assistant Terrence."
