The Woman From Hell

I was already feeling a little drowsy by the tenth group. I looked at the big companies seated on one side and noted that many of them were starting to feel sleepy and were yawning.

They were feeling sleepy even though the people on the stage were giving their hardest in their presentation.

Shannon also yawned. She turned and looked at the people around her. "I'm probably going to fall half asleep if I continue listening. I think those big companies may already have their choices in mind. They definitely will behave very casually toward us."

Her thoughts were the same as mine. Things were indeed unfavorable for companies like us who were at the back.

I nodded with a glint in my eyes. "Leave it to me."

Hearing my affirmative answer, Shannon stared at me with confusion in her eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"Marius gave me some inspiration." I raised my brow at Shannon.

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"Next is Group 18. We invite Miss Lane from Green Orange Cross Trading Company to come on stage."

"Good luck, Wanda."

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