Ever since what happened last time, I seemed to have been granted some privilege in Towering High Group.
This time, as soon as I arrived at the front desk, the staff there greeted me respectfully, "Mrs. President."
Then she opened the door for me.
In fact, I felt unworthy of this address. But I accepted it.
I took the elevator to the top floor.
As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Patrick's assistant, Wilson, standing in the corner and making a phone call.
It seemed that he didn't hear me coming.
Although I was angry, I knew I was in the Towering High Group, where I couldn't barge in randomly. Out of courtesy, I stood on the side, planning to tell Wilson that I was looking for Patrick after Wilson finished his call.
I waited aside and heard that Wilson lowered his voice and sai
