The two assistants looked at each other, both dumbfounded. Irene Spencer observed their expressions and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
"Ashton's Advertising Department just called to inform us...the contract is over," one assistant answered quietly.
The other assistant hesitated a moment before saying softly, "Windmill Game also notified us that they are not renewing the contract, and...they said the internal account they previously provided for you has been automatically retrieved."
Despite Irene Spencer's excellent tolerance, she was on the verge of a breakdown at this point.
Slamming the sunglasses she'd been holding hard against the elevator door, making a sharp SMACK, she gritted her teeth and roared, "Just two jobs? You really underestimate me, Irene Spencer! I'm telling you, Vera Wave, I, Irene Spencer, will never lose to you!"
It was the first time the two assistants had seen her lose her temper so drastically, and they froze, not daring to breathe too loudly.
