At this moment, Ansen.
Hope Williams had someone tidy up an office for her, and now she was sitting in the swivel chair of the boss, with several department directors standing in front of her.
The few look at her, and her cold, unsmiling demeanor makes them slightly timid.
"Why hasn't the sales department's report been delivered yet?"
The sales director stepped forward and said, "President Williams, you wanted it urgently, I haven't finished it yet, I'll give it to you as soon as it's done."
"How long?"
"Ah?"
Hope Williams raised her eyes to look at her, unhurriedly and slowly said, "Exact time."
"Uh..." The directors, seeing Hope Williams youthful, had been old timers in the company, idling away for years with just about passable sales performance, they thought she would not scrutinize in detail, planned to just muddle through, but didn't expect Hope Williams would ask for an exact time.
The sales director, steeling himself, said, "Before nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
