No matter how jealous Franti Cassia was, it didn't matter.
The cooperation between Wendy Cassia's Onew and Daniel Reiss's GAA went on as usual. Under the vigorous publicity of the public relations department of the two companies, more and more people knew about it.
Everyone had different opinions on this matter.
Most people were curious and expectant. If there was anything special, it might be the miasma in the GAA.
In the GAA tea room.
Several female employees were holding a thermos cup in each of their hands, looking at the recent gossip of ambiguity.
"Have you heard that, the boss has been smiling these two days? It seems that something good has happened."
"Yes, you have seen it, haven't you? I thought the boss has been absent-minded these two days. I finally know what was wrong when I saw the news... Haha."
"Miss Wendy is capable and beautiful. She really deserves our boss."