But he didn't even roll down the car window, the car had already started, the engine humming softly.
The window slowly rolled down, revealing his sharp features.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, and his voice was indifferent.
"If you run faster now, you can still catch the bus to tick in."
Vivian Sinclair: "..."
She stood still, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag, rolling her eyes silently in her heart.
All right, she really overestimated this boss's conscience.
When she arrived at the company and just sat down, Elias Shaw quickly walked over and handed her a stack of papers.
"Vivian, I need you to translate these documents, the client needs feedback by the afternoon, and there are a lot of foreign clauses. You're the most familiar with them."
Because Vivian Sinclair had studied abroad and also worked in a law firm for a while.
Her English foundation was solid, and she was familiar with legal terms.
