When Alvin Morgan arrived, the administrative department, where Aurora Sinclair worked, was just taking the stage.
Everyone from the tech department dragged their luggage over, planning to watch the performance by the beauties of their company's administrative department.
Onstage, Aurora Sinclair wasn't doing much. Her movements were mostly limited to her hands as she stood in a corner like a prop, silently waving a ribbon.
Alvin Morgan smiled silently, took out his phone, and recorded a few short videos of Aurora.
"Mark Warren, I never would've guessed you're into girls with glasses. She's a good match for you..."
Alvin Morgan smiled. "She's my junior from school. She has a great personality."
"Yeah, she seems pretty sweet. The type you'd want to marry." The colleague was deliberately teasing him, but was met with a look of regal contempt. "She's out of your league."
"Hahaha... You're such a smartass, Howie!"
"Holy crap, is that Mr. Trent up front?" someone suddenly asked.
