Chapitre 173: 173- VIP Floor Cards

Dean looked at the woman who had been doing nothing except whining from the moment she sat her foot here.

She and her daughter-in-law seemed to know nothing but used to claim as if they were the ones who were running MSin.

"Every branch is different, ma'am. We are supposed to follow orders given by Mr. Joseph or Mr. Sinclair," he said stoically.

"Fine!" she raised one shoulder in style, "Can you ask the event people to gather in the conference room? I need to know all the details about it."

Dean wanted to bang his head on the nearby wall, "Mrs. Sinclair. You attended the presentation last time," he pointed out, but she started shaking her head. 

"I need to know the individual planning, Dean. Just gather them. Ok?" she lovingly patted his shoulder and went to the office that Dean assigned her last time.

He could still hear the heels clicking in the hall.