"You don't need to think about it that much, just do as I say... then tell them it's my demand, understand?" Charlize said coldly from inside the car, then hung up the phone and tossed it to her secretary.
Dressed in a black women's suit, her golden mid-length curly hair draped down, her crossed legs sheathed in flesh-colored stockings, her face was expressionless, yet her chin was slightly raised. It seemed as though nothing could catch her eye, her proud and cold allure was quite tempting.
The secretary didn't dare to let out a breath from her position in the front passenger seat, just sitting up straight. Although she knew that saying a few words wouldn't really matter now, she couldn't help feeling inferior when facing Charlize. Not just her, most people at ABC felt the same. The title of Iceberg Queen wasn't given for nothing; even the CEO often spoke to her very politely.
