"Where is Evelyn Sherman?" Chester Yale grabbed a staff member and abruptly asked.
"Mr. Chester, Mr. Sherman is in the Meeting Room..."
"..." Chester Yale let go of his hand and strode towards the Meeting Room.
As he approached the door, he heard the faint sound of typing on a keyboard.
Someone was typing inside the Meeting Room.
He walked over and noticed that the door to the Meeting Room wasn't fully closed.
In the large space, only Evelyn Sherman was sitting by the window.
In front of her was a laptop, but instead of a mouse on her right, there was a lunch box.
She haphazardly stuffed a bite of food into her mouth, seemed to think of something, lowered her head and stared at the computer screen, and typed a line of words.
Her petite body was a bit lethargic in the chair, and her small face looked very serious.
