Alana opened the door of the president’s room, and there was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.
Apparently the owner had just smoked before going out.
There was something buzzing on the desk. She walked over and realized that it was Julian’s personal phone.
“Miss Lin…”
When Special Assistant Anthony came in again, he carried a lot of snacks in his hand.
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