Ivelle shook her head. "It's all right. You go up first since someone can always come down to pick me up later, you go! Don't delay your work."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Vice President Brad?"

Ivelle nodded.

He smiled, said nothing more, and went straight up.

When the receptionist saw such a situation, she probably felt more than half of confusion in her heart and said to Ivelle for a moment, "Mrs. Astley, don't worry about what happened just now. I didn't mean it. This is my job. Please understand."

Marcela was angry. "Your job? What's your job? Your job is to receive and convey. First, you did...