Arabella Vanderbilt got out of the car and only then realized that what Joel Russo had said earlier sounded pleasant, but now that she thought about it, something felt oddly off.
However, as to what exactly was strange, she didn't pay it much attention.
As she walked towards the office, she pondered over the dinner gathering that night.
But the more she thought about it, the heavier her steps became.
Why does it feel...
Like she was being forced to meet the parents?
Arabella's pace slowed more and more until she finally dragged herself to the elevator, her usually smooth brow gradually furrowing tighter and tighter.
"Good morning, President Vanderbilt."
"President Vanderbilt, good morning."
The employees rarely saw Arabella Vanderbilt and took the opportunity to greet her.
Arabella was seldom at the company; her capabilities were beyond question to everyone there. They couldn't help but admire her for turning a near-failing company into what it was today.
