Elizabeth was smirking the whole time inside the email marketing department’s office after the bloody yet thrilling conference meeting in the conference room together with her colleagues and Cross Montegro.
What happened?
Well, she could clearly remember how she stood up with her head held high, took the portfolio from the senior manager where the report was located, and took strides in front of the long table. Cross Montegro went across the room, circling the table while his arms were crossed and his hawk eyes darting at Elizabeth, who also terrorized him with her siren eyes. When she was already in front, she dramatically placed her portfolio on the table and looked at everyone inside the room.
“Good day, colleagues and to our executive director Mr. Montegro,” she greeted, trying not
