The 66th floor was filled with an ominous atmosphere, and almost everyone could feel a heavy sensation hanging in the air. Apart from the low pressure, they could also see the looming storm overhead.
At this moment, the door to the President's office opened, and a depressed man with a long face stepped out, wiping the continuous stream of sweat off his forehead before quickly hurrying downstairs.
As soon as he entered the elevator, the front desk and Secretary Office began to buzz with chatter and speculation.
"How many is that today?"
"Four?"
"Only four? I thought it was six?"
"I remember there being five. Three subsidiary managers and two directors." The receptionist who spoke glanced at the Secretary Office, lowering her voice, "Add Secretary Thomas, and that's six."
"Lily Evans, are you talking about me? You don't have to whisper, I can tell from your expression alone what you're discussing." Secretary Thomas had a gloomy and resigned expression.