"She must be angry with me," Owen thought dazedly as he sat in his office.
There were a few knocks on the door, then Bruce pushed open the door and entered.
"President, aren't you getting off work?" Bruce asked Owen in confusion.
"I have something to do. You can go first," Owen said quietly without looking up.
"President, it's almost eleven. Miss Anita must be anxious. Why don't you continue the rest of the work tomorrow?" Bruce looked at Owen and said.
"Bruce, do you think it's too early for you to get off work? Otherwise, don't get off work. Keep working overtime." Owen looked up at him.
"President, no… no. I just saw that you've been working overtime these past two days. Miss Anita will be worried about you," Bruce said hurriedly.
"You worry too much. Get off work," Owen said and lowered his head to continue his work.
