Beauty dragged her exhausted body back to the CEO's office just before lunchtime, beads of sweat glistening on her neck.
After Laura had been yanked down from her high horse and thoroughly intimidated, the once-arrogant heiress had cooperated meekly with the team to wrap up the morning's workload.
All in all, it had been a surprisingly smooth outcome.
Beauty suspected Laura was still reeling from the shock—probably never expecting her to pull such a bold move.
Truth be told, she herself had been pushed to the brink by the spoiled princess's antics.
Where she'd mustered the strength and courage to put the girl in her place, she had no idea.
Looking back, even she was impressed by her own audacity.
Lucas sat in his chair, barely glancing up when she pushed the door open.
His voice was icy.
"Morning tasks done?"
"All done.
You haven't ordered lunch yet, right?
Any restaurant preference today?
I'll place the order."
This was the workplace, after all.
