All the secretaries sat upright as if they had been electrocuted. Everybody was holding their breath, afraid to look at Steve Burton who had just walked out of the president's office door.
Steve Burton walked into the Secretary's Department, stopping in front of Secretary General Ms. Taylor's desk.
Ms. Taylor didn't dare to make a sound, she lowered her head, stood up, her voice was a little shaky, "Mr. Burton, do you have any orders?"
"I have a lunch appointment with Mr. Kentala at The Vine, you will accompany me."
"Yes," Ms. Taylor hurriedly agreed. Without daring to look at Steve Burton, she bowed her head, tidied up her belongings, and followed Burton.
Just as Steve Burton was about to leave the Secretary's Department, as if suddenly remembering something, he paused and said to a secretary who was pretending to focus on her work, his tone as casual as ever, "Have someone tidy up my office."
"Yes, Mr. Burton," the secretary stood up tremblingly in reply.
