In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in Lawrence's building, each level was packed with people at this very moment.
They were all chattering away.
"I heard the president is coming today."
"Not sure, no sign of him yet, and it's uncertain."
"He should be coming, right? Our manager got the notice and came to the office early this morning. I saw her reapplying makeup in the restroom just now, her lipstick is redder than usual."
"Haha, she's quite old already, does she still expect the president to fancy her?"
"Don't talk nonsense, she's only 30. Maybe she's hoping for a May-December romance with Young Master Lawrence."
"But she clearly looks over 35. Always walking around with a stern face, scolding this one, complaining about that one. All day long, if not work, then it's still work. Always talking about performance. Do you know what she said about me last time?"
"What did she say?"
