She is not a saint; she too has desires and emotions, and she can also get angry and sad.
The most important thing is, she doesn’t know how to face him right now.
If she really were to et Baron Lawrence face-to-face, she was afraid she couldn’t even maintain basic composure.
They had broken up, and at the very least, she hoped she wouldn’t make a scene in the end.
"Assistant Terrence, if there’s no issue, I’ll be going now." Enna Clark said gently, looking at the person in front of her, with her bag in hand.
"...No issues." She had already said this much; what problem could there be?
If he tried to stop her, the truth about the act he put on in the Human Resources Departnt would be exposed.
Assistant Terrence couldn’t help but hesitated a bit, then called out to her again, "Ms. Clark, wouldn’t you like to wait a bit? President Lawrence will be out right after the eting."
Enna’s heart clenched furiously, and she shook her head gloomily, "No, I have other things to do, I’m leaving first. Bye-bye."
"...Bye-bye."
This ti, Assistant Terrence watched her leave the corridor, enter the elevator, and disappear.
He imdiately let out a mournful cry, feeling a splitting headache, "It’s over."
It was completely over now.
The President had asked him to find a way to keep her, and while he had done it, this way of keeping her was almost no different from not keeping her.
There’s no need to wonder, the President would explode when he found out.
Lately, the President had been having too many outbursts, each like a volcanic eruption; who knew who would be in for bad luck this ti.
He gloomily placed his coffee on his desk, bracing himself, and opened the door of the eting room.
Sure enough, three minutes later, everyone in the President’s office heard the President’s angry voice echoing from the eting room.
Everyone felt the clouds above their heads pressing lower, burying their heads further, wishing they could bury themselves into their keyboards, completely tense and engrossed in their work.
It’s crucial not to make mistakes at work these days; any mistake could turn you into the next scapegoat.
The President was terrifying; no one had the courage to stand out in this situation.
After Baron Lawrence had vented his temper, the people in the eting room ca out one by one, their faces pale and dejected.
The Secretary Office folks sneaked a glance at their expressions, chills running half down their spine.
Judging from the expressions of the people coming out this ti, the President’s fury was even greater than it was in the morning...
Inside the eting room.
The arrogant man’s temple throbbed incessantly; his handso face was dark and cloudy, making anyone perceive the low pressure surrounding him. He sat in place, motionless, yet the muscles in his upright back were taut, who knows how much self-control he exerted not to go out of control like a madman!
She actually didn’t even want to see him!
They had only been broken up for three days!
Three days!
He had felt like giving up his heart to her for three years, but after only three days, she didn’t even want to see him!
Baron Lawrence clenched his left hand into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Damn it!
His breath was rapid, panting heavily, his expression couldn’t be any worse!
Assistant Terrence stood in the eye of the storm, unable to even cry. He could only pull out his secret weapon, "President Lawrence, your Bluetooth headset was left in the office, I’ve brought it for you."
He cautiously placed a Bluetooth earpiece in front of the furious man, then withdrew his hand, burying his head pretending he didn’t exist.
Every ti the President was in a bad mood recently, he would take out this Bluetooth headset.
He didn’t know what secrets were inside this Bluetooth headset.
But every ti after listening, the President’s mood would improve a little.
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