On the other end of the call, Oliver Scott thought that no matter what, Fátima wasn't at the level of "knowing a bit," yet Miss Scott's brief introduction filled him with admiration for Fátima.
On the other side, Miss Scott walked straight towards the young man.
Richard Carter wasn't very old, twenty-six or seven, with a visibly engineering student vibe, clearly not very careful about self-grooming.
In contrast, sitting with Miss Scott, he was obviously not in the same circle.
Even if Miss Scott was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, hiding her face, her aura alone attracted many sideways glances.
"Miss Scott."
Richard Carter had a prejudice against Miss Scott, no matter how friendly he tried to be, there was an indescribable coldness.
"Here's the contract." Richard Carter pushed the contract over, saying, "All the project requirements and regulations are in there."
