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âWho? What do you want?!â Enna Clark, completely soaked, shouted in disgrace.
âJust stay in there!â The speaker deliberately pinched their throat, making it impossible to recognize their voice.
The footsteps outside began to move away, getting farther and fartherâ¦
Enna, dripping wet, couldnât care less about anything and desperately banged on the bathroom door, shouting, âLet me out! Let me out!â
However, apart from the constant echo, no one responded to her.
âIs anyone there? Let me outâ¦â
After shouting for more than ten minutes, Ennaâs throat was dry and itchy, and her whole body was dripping wet. Even though it was summer, the bathroom was located in a secluded area that couldnât receive sunlight.
The inside of the stall was already cold, and the wind from outside made it even colder.
âIs anyone there? Anyone?â Her voice gradually became hoarse and unpleasant.
There were no footsteps outside.
Enna hugged her knees, slowly squatting down.
She felt desperate for the first time!
It was already off-work hours, and no one would come to this bathroom. She didnât have her phone, her purse, or anything else, and she didnât know if Sister Tiffany had noticed her absenceâ¦
3 hours later.
Presidentâs office on the 33rd floor.
Baron Lawrence threw the documents handed over by Scott Harris angrily on the floor, narrowed his hawk-like eyes, and shouted, âThis is their monthly business report? Do they even want to work? If not, let them pack up and leave!â
Scott had already heard about the quarrel between Baron and Enna from Adam Sinclair, so he was prepared when facing Baronâs anger. He calmly picked up the report from the floor and put it back on the desk, explaining, âLord, the reports are usually done at the end of the month, and thereâs still a week left. Youâre in too much of a hurry, so the finance department could only make a temporary report. Theyâre working overtime to finish the formal reportâ¦â
âI donât want to hear explanations!â His usual dominance and strength reached its peak. The setting sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto his resolute and handsome face, revealing his noble temperament. He unbuttoned his shirt, loosened his collar, and frowned, looking extremely upset, âTell them Iâll give them one more night. If they donât finish, everyoneâs out!â
It seemed that His Lordship was in a particularly bad mood todayâ¦
âYes.â Scott silently took the report back and was about to leave to handle the matter.
Only to hear the man at the desk ask coldly, âIs she back?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Baron Lawrence didnât actually care about that fickle woman! He was just asking casually!
He picked up a file from the desk without even noticing he had grabbed it upside down, pretending to focus on it as if he hadnât really cared about his question to Scott.
Knowing who he was referring to, but still cautious, Scott inquired, âAre you talking about Ms. Clark, Lord?â
Baron Sinclair almost smashed the globe on the desk onto Scottâs head!
Who else could he be talking about besides Ms. Clark? Ms. Smith or Ms. Lee?!
Scott was usually quite intelligent, so why was he so stupid at critical moments?!
With a dark face, Baron had to choose between admitting it, which would make it seem like he cared too much about the woman, or denying it, which might make Scottâs wooden head truly believe that he wasnât asking about Ennaâ¦
For the first time, Baron felt an unprecedented vexation, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by someone.. Maintaining a stern expression, his thin lips finally admitted, âStop talking nonsense! Yes, itâs her!â