LUNCHTIME
"Argh! Fuck this meeting."
Those words flew straight out of her mouth the moment she opened the door. It swung automatically closed, and she reached for her swivel chair.
"President, please watch your words. We are in the company." Kiel, who was busy sorting out the new datas on his laptop, reminded her.
Devyn turned the swivel chair. "Oh, I didn't know you're here. Are you still working?" She asked, rubbing her temples.
"These investors are slowly getting on my nerves," she started to complain. "How many times do I have to remind them to submit the plan first before performing in the meeting room? They even changed the theme, and the wording was so small that I got a hard time reading it."
"Fuck," she cursed again.
"It must be hard. Thank you for working hard, President." Kiel let her be. She's usually like this if she doesn't like the way the investor performs in the meeting room. He flipped those pages and went back to his laptop.
