"If there's anything you're unhappy about, communicate with Simon Sutton promptly."
"Okay," Sheryl Lancaster clenched her fists. Jared Quinn was just giving her a regular superior's greeting. What exactly did he want? Did he bring her here just to work?
Sheryl Lancaster was nearly driven crazy by this feeling. How could it be like this? How could it.
"Mr. Jared," Sheryl Lancaster finally couldn't hold it in any longer, "Did you personally have someone bring me here just to make me work at the Quinn Corporation?"
Jared Quinn's cigarette was gradually burning out at his fingertips. The man's expression always remained indifferent, without any fluctuation.
The door to the office was pushed open. Simon Sutton happened to hear what Sheryl Lancaster had just asked.
