[ Chapter 27 ]
The soft sound of knocking door echoed through the extensive and elegant decorated office room, interrupting Cassandra's rhythm of work.
"Come in," Cassandra consented, her hand didn't stop flipping the document.
In the next second, Amanda, a higher floor receptionist stepped inside her room with a polite smile plastered on her young face. On her hands was a bouquet of carnations. Fresh and beautifully arranged. There were different kinds of flowers each day but they all are equally beautiful and fragrant.
Cassandra craned her neck lightly, giving the banquet of flowers a side-glance and trailed off, "Place them there," she pointed at the well arranged flower vases around the bookcases. "Please look for the withered flowers and take them out." She added.
