"Song Biting, do you have any good suggestions?"
By this time, the President was already somewhat displeased as he called upon his trusted aide, the company's art director, Song Biting.
Song Biting was startled and just about to give a perfunctory response when she caught the expectant gaze of the President and the smirks of the company's high-level sycophants, which made her hold back her words.
These people were already discontent with her for being so young yet holding the position of art director; she couldn't let them look down on her.
Just then, Song Biting suddenly thought of the lunatic she had met in the bar, and with gritted teeth, decided it was do or die—anyway, she had no other ideas at this point.
"President Xu, I do know a security consultant. He has also agreed to take on the task, but..."
