Five minutes later, in the President's office of the Lawrence Corporation.
Assistant Terrence had just brewed the coffee and brought it in. Without setting it down, he said to the authoritative and imposing man, "President Lawrence, there's a call for you outside. It's from the President of the Oscar Group. Do you want to take it?"
"Let them transfer it in." The tall, proud man took off his coat and casually draped it over the leather swivel chair. His sharp features were so handsome they were almost dazzling.
"Yes." Assistant Terrence placed the specially brewed fruit tea for Enna Clark on the table and whispered to her, "Young Madam, if you need anything, just let me know, and I'll bring it in for you."
"Alright, thank you."
"Young Madam, you're too polite." Assistant Terrence hadn't seen her in quite a while, and seeing her put him in a good mood. Smiling, he left with the tray.
