Since she got such a breaking news about Joyce, she must find the right time and make the most out of it. She would have to take Joyce down in one go this time, and so she could finally vent her anger for all this while.
Joyce walked into the conference room.
Along the long oval conference table, she searched for her nameplate.
Surprisingly, it was placed at the end of the table.
She smiled lightly. Jacqueline's little tricks were just everywhere, and she had even taken care of all the details just to make her feel awkward. A major shareholder who owned 10% of the shares, should sit at the end of the table, how interesting.
She didn't mind, though, as she stepped forward and pulled out her chair, placing a stack of papers in front of herself.
One by one, the directors arrived, all of whom Joyce had never met before.
Previously, Joyce naturally would not have had access to these people.
The directors were mostly older, in their 50s and 60s, wearing formal suits and meticulously combed hair.
When they saw Joyce walk in, all sorts of glances were directed at her.
Today Joyce wore a black and white formal dress, her hair was simply coiled, which made her look smart, competent, and down to earth.
And Joyce was beautiful. She was tall enough, her features delicate, her obsidian eyes deep, and her lips sexy and charming.
The directors present, all of whom had been quite old to see enough beautiful women, could not help but be amazed and look at Joyce a few more times.
They whispered privately.
"Such a beauty, no wonder she charmed Luther to death."
"With just a pretty face?"
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