"Is this... targeting me?"
Anna knows that in recent years, especially after her aunt passed away,
the new management at "Oil Painting" magazine has often felt dissatisfied with the numerous personal imprints belonging to the old era of the Ilyena family.
But such conflicts generally took place in secret, with everyone appearing amicable on the surface.
It's the first time something so openly targeting her has happened.
Anna took out her phone from the pocket of her gray lady's suit and dialed a number in her contacts.
Long beeping sounds, no one answered.
She expressionlessly hung up and redialed... Until the third time she dialed, the call finally went through.
"Chairman Brown, I'd like to schedule a meeting... No, I'm not seeking your opinion. I'm notifying you to arrange a meeting as a private shareholder. It's my prerogative."
Ten minutes later, at the headquarters of "Oil Painting" magazine, in the Chairman's office.
"Welcome, my child. Tea? Coffee?"
