Enna Clark knocked on the door of the President's office with a thermos in hand.
As soon as she entered, she was shocked by the mess inside.
Did a typhoon just pass through?
She stepped around the papers scattered all over the floor and put the thermos on his desk, naturally unscrewing the lid as she took out food and said, "Scott Harris said you haven't eaten all day; I made you some food. It's simple, but have some. It's not good for your stomach to skip meals."
Baron Lawrence didn't care about the food. He grabbed her wrist and towered over her, asking, "Why did you come to the company to find me?"
"I heard that you..."
"If Scott Harris didn't come to you, would you not look for me?" Baron Lawrence interrupted her, his eyes unblinking.
Enna was taken aback.
