"Please have a seat and make yourself at home. Amy, could you please brew some tea for our guest here?" Dorothy asked, her tone polite but slightly nervous as she addressed a girl named Amy, who had dark circles under her eyes.
Just looking at the disappointed and angry expression Amy directed at the president, I could tell she hadn't had a wink of sleep since yesterday.
"Are you serious right now?" Amy's voice was thick with irritation.
"Ahaha—well, we can't just leave our guest unattended, right?" Dorothy's voice grew quieter with each word as Amy's murderous gaze intensified.
"Then do it yourself... Or even better, take care of this yourself!" Amy snarled in anger, presenting dozens of stacked papers she had been reading through ever since I entered.
Judging from the amount she had already stamped and the piles left, it would probably take her a few more days to sort through all of it.
