The man sitting in the center of the conference room just slightly furrowed his brows. The supervisor reporting was sweating profusely, even starting to stutter.
He had clearly done the most detailed work possible, every number carefully checked, so why did the president still have that expression?
It was as if his courage was about to break from fear, his mouth turned sour, and his tongue began to stumble.
"Get to the point," Joshua Hughes said irritably. The department manager was even more troubled. Every piece of data here was a key point.
Just as he was about to burst from anxiety, the phone on the table rang. Looking at the phone number, the man's brows slowly relaxed, carrying a hint of excitement and some indescribable feeling.
That woman pretends to be so aloof but couldn't even wait a moment before calling.
He was curious to see her discuss things with him without clothes; he wondered if her body was as enchanting as her face.
