Tuesday.
As soon as Forsythia arrived at the office, she received a phone call from Gem Atkinson, asking her to come to his president's office.
It was probably about the charity dinner tonight.
As soon as she entered, she saw a neat row of people, women, standing orderly in Gem Atkinson's office.
They were wearing fitted professional suits, hair buns, and professional smiles, especially the white silk gloves on their hands.
"What is this?"
If she remembered correctly, Gem Atkinson hated having too many people in his office, and today it seemed like there were quite a few.
Could it be that he was selecting concubines?
"Hello, Miss."
While Forsythia was daydreaming, the group of women in professional suits simultaneously bowed. Then, she saw the neat row of clothes hangers behind them.
Countless world-famous brands like Chanel, Dior, Givenchy, and many others filled the racks with newly released items.
It turned out that they were sales clerks from these brand stores.
