When Purple Summers arrived at the company, some employees had already left, leaving only the overtime workers who hadn't left. They'd ordered boxed meals for takeout, and they were eating happily.
Seeing Purple Summers come in, everyone put down their food and greeted her.
"I've got nothing going on, keep eating." Purple Summers smiled and went straight to the president's office.
As usual, she reviewed the company's recent reports, some contract information, and got to know the operations situation.
By the time she'd finished looking at all of this, it was over an hour later.
Zack Wallace asked her with concern, "Do you want to call for some food?"
Purple Summers hadn't had dinner yet. She touched her stomach and realized that she was indeed hungry. But now Atra Blanc must have prepared dinner for her at home, and if she ordered food now, it would be such a letdown for Atra Blanc.
"Let's go home," Purple Summers stretched her arms and stood up.
