"Sweeping the floor is just sweeping the floor. I'm not some public figure; once netizens have seen it, they'll forget. But as long as they remember our company, then we've won."
Summer Lowell spoke optimistically, with a smile in her voice, but there was not a trace of a smile on her face.
Her plan was simply to keep her current job.
If there were any other way to achieve both goals, she wouldn't have chosen such a self-sacrificing method.
The next morning.
After the meeting, Maxim Sinclair returned to his office. He glanced at Assistant Collins, who was busy in front of the desk, and suddenly remembered last night's news, "When did last night's news die down?"
Assistant Collins paused while sorting the files, "Just twenty or thirty minutes, it's not like she's a public figure. The netizens weren't that interested; they watched, said a few words, and it was over."
