Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

The situation in the office was getting more urgent each day. Pearl couldn't afford any delays, so she took out her phone and dialed that familiar number.

After a couple of rings, someone answered.

"Hello. How can I help you?" The voice from the other end sounded cold and distant.

"I have something I'd like to trouble you with-" Pearl began, but before she could finish her words, a colder voice interrupted, "Nope."

She knew this would be the answer, but it still hurt her.

"But I-"

"Rick, guess what delicious food I brought for your lunch today? It's your favorite roast pork. Give it a try and see if it suits your taste." A woman's voice from the other end cut in. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

immediately knew that this woman must

call was ruthlessly ended, and the mechanical beeping sound reminded her that she truly couldn't have any contact with him. Outside the door, the noise of employees suddenly reached her

if there was a slim hope, she had to

call didn't work, Pearl decided to

desk of Waldorf Enterprises

one didn't know her well, they

still maintained professional courtesy, so she smiled

her phone, showing the receptionist the call record from about an hour

the office to see him. But we discussed it over the phone, so there's

their president's personal number. Anyone who could get hold of the president's private number must have an extraordinary identity. Thinking

"Can I go up to

in her direction. "This way, miss. The president's office

pushed her sunglasses and smiled,