Since she had been showing up on time every day recently, the secretaries and assistants in the CEO's office were familiar with her.
Seeing Forsythia Brown dash towards the CEO's office like a firecracker, the secretary couldn't stop her, and could only say, "Ah, miss… the CEO… the CEO..." is in a meeting.
Before the secretary could finish speaking, Forsythia Brown had already kicked open the door to the CEO's office.
For a moment, her suspended leg froze in midair.
She couldn't be more familiar with this office.
Occupying 300 square meters, its monochrome color scheme of black, white, and gray radiated luxury, grandeur, and stability. In addition to the office's necessary equipment, there was also a small conference table.
Sometimes, when emergencies arose, Gem Atkinson would call executives for meetings here. These executives took pride in attending meetings in this room, affectionately referring to them as "small table meetings."
