After lunch, Paige returned to the company.
As soon as she got to the 20th floor, the elevator door opened, and she heard Deon's voice coming from the end of the corridor.
At this time, Deon blocked seven or eight male employees outside the office, not letting them in.
One of the men wearing a white shirt begged, "Mr. Hampson, I really like Ms. Tate..."
"How can you be so cheeky? Do you have a house and a car in Chicago?"
The man in white shook his head.
"How much savings do you have?"
"500 dollars..."
"You want to ask Ms. Tate out with 500 dollars?"
Deon was angry.
"Mr. Hampson, I really like Ms. Tate. I will work hard to earn money..."
"How much is sincerity worth nowadays? I advise you to go home and lie down. You can have whatever you want in your daydreams. A trip with a girl may cost at least 500 dollars. Go away!"