Just as Riley Perry was boarding her flight, Eric Sinclair received a phone call.
"President Sinclair, there's a Miss Upton at the front desk asking for you."
"Upton? Rosalie Upton?"
On the other end of the line, a woman's gentle and soft voice replied, "It's me. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."
After a moment of silence, Eric Sinclair finally spoke again. "Is there something you need?"
The receptionist watched as Miss Upton, who had been smiling so beautifully just a moment ago, suddenly had her eyes turn red. "Aiden, please don't be so cruel to me, okay?"
The receptionist: '...This gossip is too juicy for one person! I have to share this with the group chat right away. President York has a girlfriend!'
The entire secretarial department: 'What kind of stale gossip is that? We know way more, but we're not telling!'
'Mmmph... Did we sign all those NDAs for nothing?'
Three minutes later, Rosalie Upton was, after all, brought up to the forty-sixth floor.
