"Good morning, President," Bruce said as he knocked on Owen's office door.
Owen didn't look up. He just nodded, then waved his hand, indicating that Bruce could leave.
"What's wrong? You're not leaving?" Owen asked Bruce, who was still standing at the door.
"President… President, you said yesterday that you wanted me to buy wedding candies. What type do you want to buy?" Bruce asked while trembling at the door.
Owen frowned and said unhappily, "Bruce, you've been with me for so many years. Do you need to ask me about such a small matter? Can't you do it yourself?"
"Yes, President. I'll get it done immediately. How many portions should I prepare for Miss Anita?" Bruce couldn't help but muster up the courage and ask.
Owen didn't respond when he heard that, but he looked even more displeased.
Now Bruce knew what it meant. He must have quarreled with Miss Anita.
"President, I'll ask Miss Anita."
