Mr. President, You Don't Have a Crush on Me, Do You?

Merry wanted to scream.

Her Apple iPhone!

The latest Apple iPhone!

She had just bought it last week!

Merry picked up the phone, but she didn't dare to look at Charlotte anymore and ran away.

Charlotte didn't stop Merry. She frowned.

How many executives had joined together to complain to Henry?

Although it was nonsense, gossip was a fearful thing, so maybe Henry was really going to fire her.

Just as Charlotte was thinking about getting ready to pack up and leave, her phone suddenly rang.

Henry was calling.

Charlotte hesitated.

Presumably, Henry was going to tell her to pack up and leave.

Charlotte answered the phone.

Henry's voice sounded even deeper and more magnetic through the phone's speaker. "I heard that three people died during the time I was away from the company."

The man said it as if it were a mundane everyday matter.

"Yes, Mr. President," Charlotte said.