He nodded grimly. "Yes. They can offend anyone else, and we might still survive, but Jin Corporation? One word from them and this company would disappear overnight. Our CEO panicked and immediately withdrew his support."
"Then… what should we do about the girls downstairs?"
Mr. Chen's eyes hardened. "Let them wait. I was humiliated by the CEO because of them. Let them feel what it means to be ignored."
The secretary swallowed. "Understood."
*
Downstairs in the lobby, the atmosphere had turned sour.
Mimi sprawled over the arm of the couch like a wilted flower. "I'm starving. My legs hurt. My butt hurts. We've been here forever!"
Wanwan twisted a rolled magazine in her hands until the pages bent and crumpled. "They're doing this on purpose. I can feel it."
Feifei turned to their manager, her voice low and uneasy. "You said this deal was basically guaranteed. Are you sure nothing went wrong?"
The manager forced a confident smile, though sweat was beginning to form on his brow.
