"I'm too tired, I'm going to take a nap."
"Secretary Wellington, my neck hurts, probably because my cervical spondylosis is acting up..."
"My eyes hurt, the doctor said I have glaucoma and can't strain them... Secretary Wellington, it's too late, we'll come back to join you tomorrow morning."
All kinds of excuses were thrown at Molly Wellington.
Even though they all knew that a new round of negotiations would start tomorrow, tonight they must come up with new entry points and emergency plans.
Yet, except for the male colleague from the public relations department who stayed behind, the rest found excuses to slip away.
Molly Wellington's expression grew colder and colder, she wasn't a fool, of course she could see that these people were just taking advantage of her.
When the others left, Sylvia, pulled by Stella Brown, stood up.
