The director looked at his boss who stood up from his seat and gave it to him. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly lowered his head and greeted, "Mr. Key."
Stefan glanced at the refined middle-aged man beside him and said in a deep voice, "You're from the Key Group!"
Mr. Key had a lot of work to do every day, and there were many talents in the company. It was normal for him not to know a small manager of a branch company.
The director nodded and introduced himself. Stefan glanced at him coldly and said, "Have a good talk with Mrs. Anderson!"
The president left and even gave him a seat.
The director looked at the sofa in front of him. When he sat down in a daze, he couldn't help but rub against the sofa.
The place where the president sat must be stained with his luck.
Hilla looked at the director in front of her and smiled. "I've seen the price you gave me, but can I go to the factory to see the finished product?"
