She didn't say much, just responded with a muffled grunt. Standing up, she put her hands in her trench coat pockets and, with so many people bowing, walked out of the dessert shop. Through the glass window, she saw how well-protected she was. Ah, how could she look so much like a pampered canary?
No...freedom...
Days like this continued for a while, with Cherish Turner being monitored as she went shopping and strolled around.
At the moment, the conference room of the Griffith Group was filled with managers and supervisors from various departments. According to management, they were reporting on last month's performance and discussing the progress of new projects. Due to President Griffith's fiery temper these days, everyone was on edge, fearing they would be scolded for saying the wrong thing. The atmosphere was tense, and the phones laid on the conference table vibrated from time to time.