Rebecca spent the next hours going through the files.
Fortunately, when she was younger, she always spent time with her mother while she went through company files.
Her father died early, the burden of the company falling on her mother then.
Though Rebecca's brain was fuzzy, it was enough to arrange these files by order, and also draft summaries.
The only downside?
She couldn't get it done before afternoon—lunch time.
Her eyes flickered briefly to the watch around her wrist, and her brows furrowed deeply.
She was slow... too slow.
But that didn't mean she couldn't put up a fight. She knew someone was targeting. But who was, she had no idea.
Wait... she could point out someone.
Her eyes discreetly scanned the room, and her eyes took in her environment, an unfriendly environment nonetheless.
None were willing to help her. She stuck out like a sore thumb.
