After a moment, the crisp sound of the electronic lock opening echoed.
"Mr. Muller, I'm back. Is there anything you need?" Savanna Moger pushed open the slightly ajar door to Turstin Muller's office, standing respectfully while her heart raced.
Turstin Muller glanced coldly at her, then strode to the desk, picking up a document and tossing it at Savanna Moger: "Take a look for yourself!"
Without dodging, the folder hit her forehead with a bit of pain. She reached out to catch it and opened it, noticing several places marked with a red pen.
After closely examining it, Savanna Moger broke out in a cold sweat and immediately apologized to Turstin Muller.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Muller. I'll fix it right away!"
Turstin Muller's expression was grim as he pressed the cigarette butt heavily: "How do you work, without using your heart or brain? Turning 210 million into 2.1 billion, do you realize the losses this contract would cause the company if signed? Can you afford it?"
