"Hey, Mr. Sterling --" Savannah shouted, after Dylan, who entered the elevator without hesitation. Savannah took a deep breath as the elevator door closed. She quickly tidied up her desk, put her notebook in her arms, and ran down the stairs with her satchel on her back.
When she got in the garage, Dylan was already sitting in the Lamborghini. Savannah rushed over, pulled the front door open, and climbed in.
"As a secretary, you are really slow." Dylan squinted unpleasantly at the panting woman before he started the engine.
Savannah gasped for air, "Slow? I'm tired and almost out of breath!"
His sudden announcement about the business trip completely caught her off guard. She had no preparation at all. How could she be quick?
The Lamborghini was belting along the highway.
Savannah calmed down and asked, "Why are you going there in person for this contract?"
Why not send a business manager to sign it? Was it necessary to go in person as the president?