33rd floor, President's office.
The imported top-notch carpet obviously had an expensive price, and the golden chandelier was even more gorgeous and beautiful.
Enna Clark couldn't help but hold her breath as she walked to the reception desk. In a low voice, she said, "Hello, I want to see the President."
The receptionist glanced at her and held a perfect smile, "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"
"No, I don't, but I am an employee of the company, and I want to see the President..."
The receptionist interrupted her without changing her expression, "I'm sorry, we can't let you in without an appointment."
Enna bit her lip and asked, "Could you please let the President know that the afternoon radio host from City Radio Station, Enna Clark, wants to see him? I have important matters to discuss."
The receptionist glanced at her, seemingly impatient, and refused, "I'm sorry, the President is in a meeting."
"I mean after the meeting..."
