After ten minutes, Linda knocked on the door of the President's office.
A steady voice came from inside: "Come in."
Linda pushed the door open and walked in, seeing the man sitting at the desk, she got straight to the point: "Mr. Tucker, what is it that you needed to speak with me about?"
She had some guesses in her mind.
She had known Garret Twain for many years, and they were more than just boss and subordinate, they were old friends as well.
Both of them had a mutual understanding for each other.
"There's no need for such formalities between us. It sounds so awkward. There's nobody here." Garret pointed to the couch, "Sit down first. What would you like to drink?"
Linda sat down on the side, shaking her head, "There's no need for it. Mr. Tucker, just tell me directly why you wanted to see me. You know my personality, I don't like to beat around the bush."
