Amelia Young was very confident in her social abilities, her eyes shining brightly, and her usual smile hung at the corners of her mouth.
A click.
The secretary pushed open the office door—
"Ms., the ladies from the Terraview Group and the Prosperity Group are here."
"Hmm, prepare some coffee for them." Enna Clark looked up from the documents, gave orders calmly.
The secretary responded respectfully, "Okay."
She seated the visitors on the office's guest sofa before hurrying out to make the coffee.
With the secretary out of sight, Amelia was getting ready to take a look at those she'd have to butter up. When she clearly saw the woman's face, she shrieked, "Enna Clark?"
Her cry was sudden and loud.
The two sitting next to her were startled.
The lady from the Terraview Group frowned.
Mrs. Young quickly pulled Amelia back, and whispered a reminder, "Ivy, what are you doing?"
Amelia acted as if she hadn't heard her, she stared in disbelief at the woman not far away.
