Five years later
In a spacious room, a series of chairs are arranged neatly around a table. All the chairs are occupied by executive men.
Sweat is trickling down from their foreheads as they stared at their president. Their president is tapping the table with the pen while holding it in her hand. She just closed her eyes after she heard the contents from the finance department.
She finally opened her eyes after a few minutes. Everyone gulped as they saw her opening her eyes. The tapping sound produced by her pen is like death music to their ears. Her presence is making them pressured. Some people even wetted their shirts due to sweating profusely.
Their president is a beauty with brains. She is kind enough to the people who helped her. At the same time, she is a death goddess to the people who deceived her.
