Shirley Thorne wanted to ask about the five million, but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
'She would never admit she was feeling embarrassed!'
'So what if he just said "You're welcome"?'
'So what if it took him a while to say it?'
'Shy, my ass!'
'The big shot billionaire was just being polite!'
Having reasoned it out, Shirley Thorne's whole demeanor sharpened. She stared intently at her phone screen, composing her words in her mind.
She had to use the fewest words possible to make sure she kept that five million!
'Once money entered her pocket, there was absolutely no reason for it to leave!'
Shirley Thorne was just about to get to it when she suddenly heard Florence Langley call her.
"Ma'am, you need to sign the profit-sharing agreement."
"Huh? What profit-sharing?"
Shirley Thorne put down her phone and turned to look at the agreement in Florence Langley's hand. It was a profit-sharing agreement from some media and public relations company.
