This idiot!
Couldn't he have persuaded him just a bit?
Baron Lawrence's head throbbed with pain, and he was irritated by the secretary's timid appearance. He growled with a dark face, "Get out!"
The secretary, inexplicably scolded, lowered his head and carefully stepped out, even closing the door for Baron.
Shit! Baron Lawrence felt suffocated, and hurled the documents from his desk.
Bang!
The thick folder hit the door, and the files inside flew out, scattering all over the floor.
The secretary, who had just left, heard a crash and regretted rushing in. He massaged his tense cheek muscles, adjusted his expression, and went to the reception area.
Seeing him come out, Enna Clark stood up quickly.
The secretary's attitude had cooled, but he still politely said, "I'm sorry, Miss Clark, the President said he has no time to see you."
Baron Lawrence had no time to see her? Enna frowned, her clear eyes puzzled, "Is he in a meeting?"
"Um... sorry, I have no information."
