The company only granted leave right before New Year's Eve.
Preparing for the annual gala had kept Beauty awake for several nights straight.
Every day at work, she could barely keep her eyes open, utterly exhausted.
"Beauty, how's the guest list for the gala coming along?"
Lena drifted in like a ghost, whispered the question into her ear, and floated away before she could even respond.
Her workload was already overwhelming, and now she had to handle the gala guests too.
She couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Multinational corporations really were something else—hosting their annual galas overseas, as if money grew on trees!
"Beauty, have all the gala invitations been sent out?"
Lena, teetering on ten-centimeter heels, materialized out of nowhere again.
Beauty was buried in work, head down, but immediately looked up at the sound of her voice.
"All the invitations have been sent, and the guest list has been double-checked multiple times.
