"That's good, but Director Lowell, regarding Sheryl's matter, do you have solid evidence to convict her?"
Upon hearing this question, Summer Lowell uncontrollably recalled those nightmare-like two nights. She breathed out lowly and gently shook her head, "You don't need to ask so much, just do what you need to do."
Seeing that she didn't wish to elaborate, Assistant Fletcher did not linger, picked up the reviewed documents nearby, and turned to leave the office.
Approaching noon, the exhausted Summer Lowell couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the tablet beside her, and temporarily locked the office door.
Then she kicked off her shoes, picked up her coat, walked to the sofa, and lay down for a nap.
Just as she settled down, the phone on the desk suddenly rang loudly.
Summer Lowell could only toss aside her coat, cursing as she walked back to the desk, answering the call: "President Norris, what's up?"
