||Asher||
The next morning.
"What? From Attorney Su?"
Caleb frowned hearing what one of his subordinates told him. The young woman in a professional suit handed him an envelope. She stood in front of his desk. Both of them were inside Caleb's personal office.
"It should be from Old Madam Shen, to be more exact," said the secretary, "Attorney Su's assistant delivered this here by himself. He said we have to give it to the President as soon as possible."
The creases on Caleb's forehead grew deeper. He took the envelope from the secretary.
"I'll send it to the President. His schedule has been freed now."
The secretary nodded. She returned to her workstation. The others quietly glanced at Caleb and the secretary, interested to know if the matter was worthy of gossip.
