"Chad..." Cheryl Thompson wanted to say something, but Chad Yakov had already turned and walked away.
Leaving her there, holding the transfer order in her hand, the joy on her Face had already turned into unwillingness.
Five fingers clenched, crumpling the document in her hand!
"Miss Thompson, Mr. Chad must have been too exhausted from overtime yesterday, so his mood is a bit off. Don't take it to heart. You've helped the Company overcome such a big difficulty. How could Mr. Chad not know your worth?"
The Secretary-General, noticing her displeasure, quickly spoke to comfort her.
Cheryl Thompson's status in the Secretariat Office was unknown to others, but she was well aware.
Offending neither party, she naturally had to smooth things over.
"I know, he's just still angry with me. When I get to the Programming Department, we'll see each other every day at Work. Then he'll naturally realize how much I care about him."
