"Well... this..." Special Assistant was caught in a dilemma.
Enna Clark noticed his hesitation and said, "I'll go print the report first. You go ahead, Assistant Terrence. I'll find you once you finish."
"...Alright."
The Special Assistant watched her enter the office.
Standing there hesitantly for a moment, he gritted his teeth and walked back.
He had to inform President Lawrence about this; otherwise, it would be too late once Ms. Clark completed the resignation formalities!
In the circular conference room, dozens of people were silent with their heads down. It seemed like a cloud loomed overhead, ready to unleash a storm at any moment.
The man seated at the top was dressed immaculately, exuding an aura of nobility. His flawless face, like the Apollo of Greek mythology, was icy and devoid of any expression—arrogant, noble! His sharp gaze swept across the room, while his long fingers rhythmically tapped on the table. The tap-tap-tap was like a drumbeat on everyone's hearts.
