Zoe finally gave up struggling, and hastily said to her assistant, "transfer the money." she stormed out of the room with her high heels smacking against the floor. as soon as she left the, the atmosphere in the room finally eased.
Zoe's assistant, who was not as domineering, stayed behind. she was a little bit embarrassed to say, "Elsa, could I have your account number and I will transfer the money to you."
Elsa pointed to the makeup artist who had just been hit and said, "give it to her!" the makeup artist looked up and you could see that half of her face was swollen from the hit on the face. she was in her early twenties, she was also an assistant.
