Carrie followed Angela into the cloakroom trustingly. It was indeed the exclusive cloakroom of the top man in the USA. There was a strong sense of dignity that came over as they entered.
All of the apparel products were neatly placed together and divided into sections according to functions and color shades.
There were colorful ties rolled up as a closet was opened randomly.
And then a wardrobe was casually opened. There were printed shirts of the same color.
Carrie tutted and considered how nice it would be to have Birch's clothes moved into the presidential cloakroom too.
"Miss May, you are so close with Linda, you must have known each other for a long time, right?"
Angela sighed hypocritically.
Linda must trust her a lot since she was willing to let Carrie take care of her son.
