The elevator stopped at her office floor, and he stepped out, immediately meeting her gentle male secretary.
"Louis, Natasha has a meeting starting soon, and she might not have time to see you."
Louis was infuriated and brushed past the secretary,
"Get out of my way!"
Natasha had just arrived at her office and was about to grab her makeup bag to freshen up in the lounge. Lately, she had been suffering from insomnia, going to bed late and waking up late in the morning. As a result, she often just applied some lip gloss and wore sunglasses to the office, planning to do her makeup after arriving via the private elevator.
She was accustomed to presenting a made-up face to the outside world; that layer of makeup served as a mask, concealing her true self.
The door was slammed open with a bang, and the person she didn't want to see strode in. Her secretary followed closely behind with an apologetic expression,
