Smith: “…Boss, are you really going to pretend we don’t exist?”
Amelia thought for a moment. “Actually, I do have a question for you.”
“Alright, hold on.”
Carl’s jet-black eyes darkened as he looked at the man still sweating coldly in front of him. “You can leave now. I want results by tomorrow.”
Amelia could hear faint noises from the other side of the call.
It was like listening through a veil of mist—cold, distant, and suffocating in its pressure.
Whoever he was speaking to seemed extremely respectful—yet there was fear in their voice.
“Yes, …Mister.”
President what? Amelia didn’t catch it.
By the time she registered what was happening, the call had switched from voice to video.
He had suddenly initiated a video call, and she hadn’t declined.
Amelia had always been easygoing—
