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Sienna Thornton didn't sleep all night, and the next day she went to work with dark circles under her eyes, and limbs that could collapse at any moment.
Because she had to go to Valois in early November to initiate the consultation process of the O League's unreasonable anti-dumping duties on our country's fastener products exported to O League countries, Sienna would be very busy these two months—it was the most critical period of the battle, after all.
After nearly a whole day of meetings, she was still perusing documents sent by her subordinates by the time she got off work. She hadn't realized it had gotten dark until Melinda Linton called to ask why she hadn't come home. It was already past nine o'clock.
After making a call to her assistant, she got up to stretch her tense muscles from the entire day.
Someone knocked on the door: "Knock knock."
Sienna Thornton: "Come in."
Her assistant poked her cute, apple-shaped face through the door: "Boss, did you need something?"
