"Miss Smith, you're truly beautiful. I'm a fan of yours. Could you sign an autograph for me?" A girl walked over, holding a pen and a piece of paper, swiftly approaching her.
Sophie Smith did not refuse and quickly signed her name on the paper.
"Miss Sophie Smith, could you sign for me too?"
"Miss Sophie Smith, can we take a picture together?" The crowd swarmed around, encircling her in the center, leaving her unable to move.
"I'm sorry, today it's a bit inconvenient." She smiled slightly, trying to step out of the crowd. After all, at this moment, it was not suitable for her to make a public appearance.
The door to the CEO's office suddenly opened, and everyone stopped what they were doing, uniformly looking towards the doorway.
Oliver Johnson, dressed impeccably in a suit, appeared in front of her. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and his cold eyes swept over the group of people with their heads lowered.
"What's the commotion during working hours?"
