Shirley Thorne was a beat slower than everyone else, but not by much.
By the time she caught on, Audrey Osborne was already clearing her throat and calling the meeting to order.
After speaking, Ethan Grant sat up straight. His cold, detached expression looked utterly ascetic; he didn't seem like the type to make innuendos at all.
The temperature of Shirley Thorne's face visibly skyrocketed, and her legs felt like they were about to give out.
If they weren't in a meeting, she would have dropped to her knees before the magnate.
'Is this still the same magnate who's so sparing with his words?'
'No, wait, he didn't even say that much this time, so why did it have the effect of a total bombshell?'
Shirley Thorne was on the verge of tears!
'No, I have to hold it together. We're still in a meeting.'
Phoebe Ainsworth was the one who *really* wanted to cry!
'What was the point of dressing up so beautifully?'
