Mark Reed casually placed his phone aside and continued his intense work.
"Knock knock knock..." The office door was knocked on.
"Come in." He didn't lift his eyelids, continuing to focus on the report in his hands and the densely packed text on the computer like ants.
"Mr. Reed, the parts that needed modification have been modified. Please take a look."
Wendy Willy held a folder as she walked to Mark Reed's desk, gently placed the folder on the desk, and deliberately leaned over it, her half-exposed chest especially alluring.
Mark Reed didn't even spare her a glance, only swept a look at the folder on the desk, saying, "You can go now, come back in an hour to get it."
"Mr. Reed, then I'll trouble you."
He didn't even look at her.
Wendy Willy felt a surge of anger, intentionally squeezed her chest further; she couldn't believe he didn't see it, how excessive!
"If there's nothing else, you should go down first!"
