"Uh." The receptionist was also somewhat embarrassed by the question, "I'm not quite sure, actually Director Yun left in the morning and might be discussing shareholder matters in the president's office on the top floor, and she didn't say when she would return. Miss, please have a seat and wait a bit longer."
Qianxue's dark brows furrowed. What was Director Yun thinking? If she couldn't be sure she'd return by the morning, why wouldn't she allow other staff to sign for the delivery? Could it be that she was too busy and forgot about it?
She said, "Then, please make a call to your Director Yun. I need to make sure I get back to the flower shop by two this afternoon." It was now one twenty, and her stomach was terribly hungry, her arms achingly sore, and her patience nearly worn thin.
