"I said no, don't even…"
"Director, please look at it this way, if by any chance we really come to an agreement, those flowers won't go to waste. It's possible that the boss might even ask me to donate the money directly to the orphanage. There's a high probability of that, so let's give it a try!"
"It won't work, it won't work," the Director firmly shook his head, refusing to be convinced.
"You haven't even tried, how do you know it won't work? Otherwise, give me the number, or, it would be fine if you 'accidentally' gave it to me too," Abigail Summer hinted with rapid blinks.
The Director was completely helpless, shaking his head and sighing, waving her away, "Go away, don't come back, I really can't help you."
Although he said that, when he turned around, a small note accidentally fell out as his hand slipped from his pocket.
