Alla, Help Me

Excited after rushing upstairs, Walden Abrams approached Alla, "One billion, we must celebrate with the company's team!"

Alla turned her gaze away from the window, looking at Walden Abrams, "How do you want to celebrate?"

Walden Abrams crossed his arms, propping his chin, and thought, "I heard that the top performers at Ms. Evans' place are even better than at YeSe. Why not... let's party at her club!"

Seeing his lustful desire, Alla teased, "Mr. Abrams, where is your role model behavior?"

Walden Abrams corrected her seriously, "You're wrong, I'm not a teacher, I'm not even a person, I'm just an advanced animal."

Alla couldn't help but laugh, took out her phone, called Maggie, and booked a luxury box. 

Now that the funds from the Aerospace Bureau had come in, Walden Abrams transferred it to her account through the company's finance department, and they had the money to party with the company's team.